Her Freedom

I saw a caged bird,

screaming and unheard.

But I stood there,

For I could hear,

The bird was screaming for her freedom.


She should've been flying,

Cutting the air and soaring,

Up in the vast sky.

Seeing this, one could not deny,

The bird was enjoying her freedom.




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