Sings My Freedom

I don't want to sing like a bird in the cage. I may sing a beautiful song; I could never change the minds of men to free me. They only enjoyed my voice and its melodious longing. I only can entertain them. No heck they want to listen but to hear. I need to come out from this gardened cage, decorated with lies and hopes. But I can see hopes. The voice that I sang to them, will only be my own sorrow. I will soon to get my freedom, but in grief. When I die, that's it. But that is not supposed to happen before I close my eyes. KK. 110116.1:46PM.