High above the effulgent azure lies a rusty old cage

With gracious little birds.

As silence strikes the skies                          

The birds begin chirping, loud as they can

Resting above the blended air

I feel hopeless.                                                     

Thought to bring life, but nothing at all

Despair, I fear is the only vision seen 

Wings clipped and feet tied, birds rage in contempt

What a dream it is to soar through the breeze                       

And dip your wings around the orange rays

What delusion it is to be set free forever

The birds chant out loud once again, being heard in a distant valley

Deafening a voice can be, wings flattered and demolished chains, the birds escape

Opening their wings wide up towards me,

Singing symphonies of sincerity                

The birds are finally a cloud of happiness                 

Hustling through the deepest of valleys

And flying to the highest of skies

These joys give me hope of freedom

That one day I will be a bright light awaiting them forever.