Look at the birds soaring.
enjoying their freedom,
Filling the skies with their singing,
bringing joy to the kingdom.
But my wings have been clipped,
my song has been stolen
I have been chained,
as a bird has been caged
The golden sunset calls out to my soul
I yearn to join my comrades out in the sky
Their singing so beautiful,
a melody nothing can match.
Hope burns bright
as a candle gives light
but quickly, it’s gone,
just in a flicker.
The rest of these days
in these miserable chains
bear heavy on my spirit,
my joy is gone,
this body an empty shell.
_Asyra_Itari_ Community Member 
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