Birdcage, birdcage, birdcage…hanging between the concrete walls, you stand so poignant, but your vessels are empty. Only the echoes of your melody can be heard siphoning through the air.
“Thus doth the Nightingale utter His call unto you from this prison. He hath but to deliver this clear message. Whosoever
desireth, let him turn aside from this counsel and whosoever desireth let him choose the path to his Lord.” -Baha’u’llah