God created the birds to be a free song and yet as mankind became cruel and selfish they became pets. Mankind shoved them in the cage, a prison threw away their freedom. Freedom, something a caged bird yearns for something, I yearn for. Safety it comes with a price. That is people whom tell you how to act, what to say, and how to look. Yet they cannot tell me nor you what to dream, what to believe, or what to think. For our dream, thoughts, and beliefs are not limited to mankind nor sense. And that said I dream is that I am an angel and that I have the ability to spread my wings and escape my prison. When I am free I shall travel to wherever I choose. Freedom sweet and beautiful word to me and to those who believe in it.
BY Howling-wolves