I am blessed with wings..
That can carry me far..
Beyond the things that would break me..
But i was born in a cage..
Of spun silver and gold..
With the world at my feet..
My voice echoes..
In the mountain tops..
My songs reach the far dunes..
No one or nothing could stop my melody..
Mine is the voice that liberates thousands..
Their little song bird..
The sirene of rebirth..
I give life to the dead dreams of freedom..
Being free and trapped..
At the same moment..
Is the sweetest torture..
That there ever is..

Shey..

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