Oh men! Don't keep me closed
Behind those pricking bars
Don't sell me in stores
Don't tie my wings
With your sharpen strings
Oh men! Let me sing
Before you sting,me
Oh men! Don't stop me please
Let the world know my wail
Before my life turns into a tale
Oh men! Don't sell me in stores
Don't let me cold
Why they aren't scold?
Why only am sold?
Oh men! Let these wings fly
Before you take my life......
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Forlorn
PoetryWhen heartbreaks and tongue get tied none to hear your breaking whine then,let your hand guide you on white sheet stage And,let your tears pour down there No more bear your devastating thoughts Create your own disdain world here The world called...
