A very well write up

You told me I was a star you always hid in a jar,every time you let me out you held me in you clenched fists....yes I was A star....A fallen star.....A shooting star......A silent scar........
A violent war.....someday the shackles made of iron shall rust, with every thrust the cage shall dust, and you will see stardust crumbling and mumbling something you would never trust, I thought you owed some moon to the night but u owed me some sky that night; and I will go find my moon before this place dooms.....