She sings,
like a bird yerning to be free.
Her melancholy song,
weighs heavily on hearts.
In her gilded cage she sits,
thinking of a day she will live.
She bides her time there,
icy tears fall on an unforgiving cell.
She looks around the darkness,
hoping no one is there.
She knows she is not alone,
she feels eyes staring into her.
She hears a voice,
telling her not to scream,
not to worry,
it will all be over soon.