The caged sky.

Far into the sky, that glitters
seems infinity, no ends
but the damps of my flight,
needs some hands.
Looking at the glaze,
that adheres my praise,
of the bars, that hides me,
from the knitting haze.
No shines for me,
it's a faded sky for me,
as my flight is caged,
grace is a cry for me.
At the brink of the sky,
some lives are padded,
which glares the sky,
without being added.