When Dusks Comes

For some time,
I've kept my wings tied,
locked in a cage,
unable to fly,
maybe when dusks comes,
i'll pray,
maybe when dusks comes...

As winter passes and spring drifts away,
I wonder how much longer the sky awaits,
how many dusks to come and go,
how many broken spirits to face and mold,
maybe when dusks comes,
i'll pray,
maybe when dusks comes...

As morning light one day decides to shine,
I flapped my wings and soar out high,
Not bothered to even look back,
Not bothered to even think ahead.
I flew away when dusks came,
I flew away when dusks came.

I glided through strong winds,
I flew through nations and countries,
singing songs I never knew,
learning languages all new,
Every dusks seem so beautiful and new
Every dusks seem so beautiful and new

Then one day as I grew old,
A thought struck me like thunder bold,
I never knew who opened the gates,
I never knew who let me free,
I wondered and thought,
Now I'm on my own,
Who fed me all these years,
How would they be when dusks goes?