For the bird that born in a cage
Freedom could be a punishment
For the bird that live in a cage
Freedom its something that she always dream of
Something that she wish
Something that she can’t imagining to happen
For the bird that used being cage
Her wings it’s already become weakened
She can’t fly high
She can only crying, envy the wind
But nonetheless,
It is something that she want
The only place that she really belong
So she will learn
She will try with all she might
And then one day
She could soaring high up in the sky
Dancing above the cloud
Singing with the wind
Until that day then
Until that day….
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