Artistin's VILLAGE

Some birds are not meant to be caged, that's all.
Their features are too bright, their songs are too sweet and wild.

So you let them go, or when you open the cage to feed them 
they somehow fly out past you.

And the part of you that knows it was wrong
to imprison them in the first place rejoices,

but still,
the place where you live is that
much more drab and empty for their departure.

                                                                                                                                         
                                                                  The Shawshank Redemption