We are the birds in our cages, Flipping our wings; To earn our wages. Running to and fro, Throughout our cage; Looking for some new place to go. Chirping through the day, And buzzing through night; Unaware of tomorrow's lay. One little bird out of us, One day will be free to fly; To touch the heavens truss. While other little bird, Will still be bound and caged; To dream of the sky , unheard. But we are the birds whose feathers, Are destined to fail or fly; Limitless beyond the sky like others. Our feathers' weight, Will tell all the other birds; The wings of our destiny-Wide or strait.
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