Fettered Freedom

I'd had enough, Of pain and scenes. I planned an escape Unheard, unseen. I wished to flee, So I flapped my wings But in place, there were Hard and strong strings. A call I heard, Which warmed my heart Unbidden it came On my fledglings' part. Were I to fly? What then of them? Young and innocent Invaluable gems. So I settled For a life in shackles. I'd face all, For their endless cackles.