Let Me Fly, Not Cry

The bowl of grains

And the water you offer,

Just calm my thirst

And satisfy my hunger.

This little pretty cage

With bars golden & silver,

Grabs away my freedom

And weakens my feather.

Precious is your baby's smile

My life seems to be cheaper,

Your heart shall weep to death

If your tot gets treated in a way, similar.

What kind of love is this, oh man!

Disabling my wings makes you happier.

Suffice it would be if you do this bit

Offer me water bowls in the days of summer.

I wish to breathe in the open sky

Don't cage me please, punish my breeder.

Behold my charm when I merrily fly.

Huge flights of mine can spark up your leisure.