Bird singing in a tree.
What is it like to be free?
Do you worry or despair
or are you happy beyond compare?
Dog barks in the night.
What has given you such a fright?
Is it a stranger that you fear
or someone who you hold dear?
A child crying in a cage,
what has got you to this stage?
Days and nights without rest.
Parents doing what they thought best.

a small slice of life in poetic form
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What is freedom? What is love? – It’s the gift from high above…
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Great words.
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