Behind the Steel and Iron bars
Being a Bird that never wished to be
Inside the Small and confined Cage
Can there be a Beauty with wings bound?
Sitting inside cages of poverty,
With many dreams to fly and desires to study:
Having many wishes to sing and words to preach
Yet bound with chains of pennilessness
Just as the sky which looks far and beautiful
Are my opportunities and my goal; where I look daily
Looked my parents, love and helpless they hold
With a dream they have that’s for me to fly in sky
I feel stuck and small, yet I want to fly
Hoping one day these bars will surely fade
Maybe my wings are tied, but they are still wings
Everyday trusting that God created me to fly!
