My golden cage is beautiful.
my tears keep it clean;
my words keep it shiny;
my all keeps it working.
Someone tried to peek inside.
Now I am considering walls.
Big, shiny, golden walls.
My tears will keep them clean;
my words will keep them shiny;
my all will keep it working.
But what if someone peeks again?
Should I build a cave then?
My wings are rusty,
my ears forgot laughter,
my brain forgot happiness,
but it doesnt matter.
My golden cage is beautiful.
