Caged in
No space to spread your wings
No room to fly
So you sit on your swing
You dream of the sky
And sing
I know not the words
But I know the tune
It is one of sadness
Of suffering
Of a longing to be free
To return to your forest
To perch on your tree
I will unlock your cage
Little bird
For you belong out there
Fly home now
Far from those that wish to own you
Enslave you
Fly, little bird
Spread your wings
Soar through the air
And sing
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MS Poetry 
It is apt that you refer to little bird. Big birds don’t have the same problems as they usually are the predators of the smaller birds in nature and in human nature.
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Very true. And this poem was more about human nature than our avian friends.
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I thought I was reading between the lines. I wish I was born 6’2″ would have had less trouble too.
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There’s another meaning to it as well, easiest to spot in the second stanza.
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Yes but for some home is the cage, synonymous. So where do they fly?
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I don’t know…
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A lot of us are caged by the society. We are not free to fly to where we like. We try and try but our freedom does not come. But we must keep fighting to be free. One day we will be.
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Such a sweet promise!
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Thank you 🙂
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