Hope of freedom

Long long ago in a village
I saw a beautiful bird sitting in a cage
it seemed as if the bird was fake at it didn't move
but if you looked in her eyes, you will presume
that she is crying for hope, a reason to live but I couldn't express
as the courage of that bird got depressed
 
days and nights passed by and she didn't move or sleep
By looking at her condition I started to weep
but one day another bird came to her and she moved
tweaking each other through the bars of the activity
it seemed as if the bird in the cage was reborn
 
the bird had found a hope to live
and then kept trying to escape
the flames of her courage were ignited
by the will of getting out
 
the morrow I looked at the cage and couldn't believe my eyes
the bird was out in the moonlight of the night
It wouldn't have been possible without the hope she got
from the other birds' message that he brought