I am a bird,

But I am not free.

I sing every word.

I am not happy.

Some will say

I am doing great.

My heart is on a tray

For you to change.

Once, I loved to dance.

Now, I only sing.

If only I had a chance!

Sadly, he never listens, the king.

Oh, I don’t want to slave away

On this land that isn’t even my own.

However, I need to get my pay.

I hate the person who sits on that throne!

I bleed in song.

I show emotion through melodies.

The king should know he is in the wrong!

Oh, and he says he has no enemies!

*I don’t know if this makes any sense, I hope it does. I just needed to write to keep my streak going. Have a great day!*