The birds fly
The birds fly high
The birds fly into the sky
The birds touch the shining light
The bird is caught
The bird is cagged
The bird is left
The bird is left with wings but still tries
The bird dreams
The bird dreams about the sky
The bird wishes to touch the shinning light
The bird tires to fly...still in cage n craves for the sky
It may b a high fly
It may take all the might
But the bird may fly
Before it drops the might
It may fly before the drop of the night
It may fly before the rise of the dawn
It may fly so high...either with might or its life....
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