Lost in this world
was a young little bird
unknown to her abilities
and was hard to be heard

It flew across the oceans
of jealous and hate
and slipped into the caves
of lusts that were fake

The tales of her struggles
were not yet over
as to understand this cruel world
she was not so clever

She craved for innoscence
in this cruel world
but no one she found was
as good as was the bird

than she realised that
her innoscence was so sheer
as to fit in this world
her soul was so clear

and while penning it down
i was so keen
cause the little bird was noone
but me.....