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Sometimes I wonder why the pain wouldn't go,
Why I can't have a little joy,
Why is life always bias,
Why can't I soar high like the birds I see in the confines of my cage,
But then I realized I was a caged bird,
Who does only the masters bidding to entertain,
Waiting only till the master returns,
Does he care if I die in my cage?
I guess not.
But then came a heavy wind;
That broke my masters cage,
And oh! Am free at last,
Free from the pain, heartache and grip of fear,
I bask in the power of freedom,
And I soar high to where the eagles reside,
Because that is where I belong,
Never to be caged again.
Nice poem dear... Steemon