I wonder what it's like
to be them.
On the outside of the cage,
so free.
I dream of what it's like
to soar up high
and perch myself on top
the tallest tree.
I am my own
yellow canary,
soaring through skies
of golden clouds.
Although I appear a
dirty, cages sparrow...
I won't let all that
bring me down.
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