Caged

Caged

Trapped behind a window I stare at the sky
Wishing I was like a bird just stretch my wings and fly
Up above the chimney pots and old telegraph wire
On the thermals of air going high and higher
I would go down to the coast and watch the sea swell tide
Before perching on a branch and planning my next ride
I d enjoy my freedom and my flight
Before returning home before the night
But I m here behind that window and all I can do is shout
The next best thing to being that bird
Is simply looking out !