Caged

In a metal cage, there was a magestic orange bird.
Flaming, lighting up the room it sat.
Watching from the inside out.
Trapped in its own dungeon, it was stuck.
What did it feel like to fly?
To use those feathery wings and glide?
It felt like freedom when it could fly.
Flying it could no longer do, 
freedom was lost.
A key and a lock was the only thing keeping the bird from living.
Living life and feeling the wind on it's wings. 
Dreaming of the day it could be free once again.
To feel the sense of freedom on the tip of it's wings.
A dream it stayed, as the magestic orange bird sat,
freedom never came, in it's metal cage.