It's an atmosphere so difficult to express
The day to day emotion of this place
Feeling like the subject of jest
My efforts all seem meaningless
Solemnity rules my thoughts
And I hearken as it's come to this
If I could only be where I ought
To be able to use gifts once sought
Cradled in this cage I can see light
But metal casts shadows on my skin
Dreaming about my feathers in flight
While clinging on to fight the good fight
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