What jealousy you must feel watching the other birds fly
People admire you while whistling your tunes,
But they don’t realize that they are silent cries
Don’t worry, you’ll soon have your wings back
And you’ll sing a different type of melody
For now focus on escaping, perhaps take on a different strategy..
You’ll be okay, caged bird, perchance, you’re better off where you are, as life always being “color de Rosa”, is just a fallacy