Listen to the caged birds songs

colored with hope and woven with prayer

hear how her voice fills up the room

And rids it of all its despair.

She embodies strength

Yet she resembles grace

She is a sunshine canary

as delicate as lace.

Searching for her audience

She circles the cage

Her heart falls to the floor

As she perches up on the stage.

She wants to be loved

She wants to be heard

She wants to conquer the world

But sadly it reminds her she is only a bird.

And so she faces the wild

Even just from the looking glass

As she watches the freed ones

Picking at the grass.

And soon she realizes

That captured beauty only wilts away

And the pinks and blues in her mind

Slowly turn to gray.

Charm captures your interest

As well as your soul

It throws you in an empty cellar

Without the chance of parole.