The wind lifts and swirls,
waking up the slumbering world.
Flowers bathe in the mellow sun,
brushing their blushed faces.
Behind the cold metal bars,
I perch
with despair.
My legs are fettered
and my wings are wounded
by the bullet of power,
caging my freedom.
I have torn my throat
and rasped my voice,
exhausted and desperate.
Freedom flaps its wings,
leaving me without a goodbye.