Bird behind the glass, longing for the sky
bound by no chains, but she cannot move,
for it is love that compels her to stay her wings,
and rest where she feels trapped
a deep rage that masks an even deeper hurt,
unfairness burns in a wish to take it out on those for whom it is not meant
but she stills her claws, for this is what He asked of her,
and it is love and faith that compels her
stay, stay, still your wings
sometimes the path to the sky must bring you groundward first
stay, stay, and still your heart,
for it is love that calls
and love holding you here.
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