When Eyes Speak of Cages

They looked into my eyes and asked, 'Why does your gaze seem overcast?' I answered, 'See the truth unfold, The birds in my land are caged and cold. They own their wings but not the sky, Their dreams of flight forever denied. The cage is small, their courage wanes, Their quiet sobs like muted pains. So if you wonder what my eyes show, They've seen caged dreams with no room to grow.'