Caged

Wither away in my home
i lived there all my years
without a voice,
I want to roam
without a tear
having a choice,
No more bars
or walls of decay
that my mind is lost,
able to see stars
maybe i will fly away
only in dreams of frost,
they come and go
chills down my spine
with no rest,
to be their bird of show
just follow the line
still not best,
freedom awaits
ready to leave
open the gates!