Gilded bars
And golden chains
Too stop a love
From flying away
Will mean nothing
Too a trapped
And suffering soul
No amount of grandeur
Will ever console
A heart born to be free
There is no love
When you clip her wings
Her greatest moment
Of beauty is when she is free
Soaring high on
Her magnificent wings
Hearing the sweetest sound
As she sings
Free from your gilded cage.
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