I was chained down,
Cold metal digging into my wrists,
Holding me down.
My wings were chipped and broken,
But I couldn't let that stop me.
I shouted for help,
But despite everyone around me none could hear my desperate screams.
For I was held down by pretty chains,
Disguised so people wouldn't see I was trapped
My frown replaced with a smile,
My yells replaced with a laugh.
I was help down by pretty chains,
So people couldn't see that I was prevented from soaring the sky with my wings.
And although they lay chipped and broken by my side,
It doesn't mean I still couldn't fly.
