A gilded cage is still a cage
Stare through the bars
to the clouds in the skies
Bound to the ground by feathers of lies
Memories, manacles to keep you in line
What you once thought was gold
No longer shines
Veneer cracks
As truth uncovers your eyes
The polished facade, a deceptive display
Hiding the cost of staying astray
The weight of illusion, heavy and cold
A story of freedom, yet to unfold
But within the cracks, a glimmer of might
A whisper of courage, embracing the light
To shatter the gold, and rise from the dust
In truth, you will find, what's truly robust.