Tin boxes

We breath the air from the open,

and crave for the waves of the ocean,
We love the birds who fly,

We still live in tin boxes each day passing by.
We fear the wild in the forest,

Ant think birds have weaker nests,

Even though we know its not the safest,

We still live in tin boxes.
We have lost the idea of freedom,

And closed our eyes of fear,

With all our near and dear,

We still live in tin boxes.

 

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