My choosen bird's lose

Like a dream, reality turned my life, With merciles tricks, it played, Kline, I can’t call it a life, How bitter this fate has meant to me. Far away, I watched it, Escaping me like a drop of water in the Sahara, High up in the sky, it gets out of my sight. My chosen bird’s lose left my heart with unstoppable bleeding. In a dilemma, I stand, On top of a hill, I search, Every bird will pass, None will escape my sight, Till I get which was mine. Memories take me back to the past, A few months when I owned it as mine, Cage it? “No”. To me, that was a mistreatment, Instead, I preferred holding it in my palm, I thought that was the best way to express my love, Which ultimately led to this regret. Slowly, the sky start to turn neon, Finally, the world becomes completely filled with darkness In distress and with a longing heart, I make my way home My chosen bird becomes a story to tell.