I am a bird caught in a snare
I see a nest for me to go and rest
But the glass before deceives me
The snare is too strong to break
The flowering plants calls out for me
The dead black roses say you belong to me
Gone is when you could spread your wings
Flying and singing bird is who you were
Gone are those days you could show off your bright colors to the hunters
Now you are trapped in agony of a lion which lost a prey
Trapped that's what rings in my mind

© Burning log