Here i sit in my cage
no one can hear my silent rage
Seed to my left,water to my right
never seeing the suns radiant light
My master comes so i whistle a tune
but then he goes, far to soon
When he leaves he outs the light
but i look foreward to the lonley night
I dream of flying over a grassy plain
then up into a cloud of rain
I dream of flying over the emrald sea
i see my kin and they sing with glee
I soar higher up into the sky
a sight so beutiful i begin to cry
But then my master comes to my side
so i must end my joyous ride
So hear i sit in my cage
no one can hear my silent rage
2007-02-09
04:36:24
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