Trapped with nowhere to turn in the barn, life is changing beyond my control,
causing this deep ache in the bottom of my feathered soul.

Someone else is moving my things,
oh to fly, oh for my Chicken’s wings.

Escape, I want to dig myself out of the barn,
filled with despair, filled with doubt of the darkness of my harn.

Mute not able to express,
this gnawing pain and my feathers feeling of relentless distress.

Tears that is not visible in a bird’s eye,
silent screams that no Chicken can hear.

I try to speak as no pecking can express,
this feeling of sadness and worthlessness.