Little Bird
My feathers are torn,
Ripped.
Grounding me to this hell,
Alone.
Can't they hear me,
I scream and bang.
Is this cage too controlling?
Is my voice not demanding?
Break me free,
Now.
I wish to fly again,
Free.
Ripped.
Grounding me to this hell,
Alone.
Can't they hear me,
I scream and bang.
Is this cage too controlling?
Is my voice not demanding?
Break me free,
Now.
I wish to fly again,
Free.