Thursday, 5 May 2016

I Want To Fly

You are a bud, not safe to go out.
Blossom, we will find one apt.
Flies and bees will always be there.
We'll keep you safe, just stay in this cage.

Keep me safe and safe and safe.
What is safety, To be in a cage?
This is my life, my life alone.
I want to bloom, blossom and fly.

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