Caged Birds

Light spilling through an open window,
in this furnace of a room,
we are burning, burning,
in this hell.

Red cheeks shining,
with a mist of vapored sweat,
I'm screamimg screamimg
in this hell.

Don't you ask me 
what I'm thinking,
you are lying lying 
to me in this hell

Now I know,
why caged birds sing,
I'm singing singing,
In this hell.

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