The Descent: In cage

Now under the whips of the merciless winds of life is naked and shivering And bruised, Amidst the clamor of ravens whose ominous shadows fly over time, with thick bars on his head, on the floor of this cage, with the seed container upside down, and broken wings with blood stains on them and It covers the cage, And part of his body is missing inside the cage And he is breathing hard, he sings a song with his eyes and ears closed and no one hears ... O captive bird; It is winter in the garden where you sing, Stay calm in your cage And don't take your head out...