The bird is caged again into the four golden walls,
The walls have windows to look through,
but no space to feel the warmth.
Windows showing the beauty of drops touching the land,
but no space to feel the cold water in her palms.
The bird can look at the night sky,
but could not sleep under it anymore.
The bird can feel the sun's ray,
but could no longer look at it and flap her wings.
The bird is caged again, into the four walls,
The walls that give her space to survive but no space to live....