and he names the sky his own

and the fat worms waiting on a dawn bright lawn

and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees

The free bird thinks of another breeze

and dares to claim the sky.

in the orange sun rays

and dips his wing

till the current ends

and floats downstream

on the back of the wind

A free bird leaps

                                                               But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams

                                                                        his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream

                                                                        his wings are clipped and his feet are tied

                                                                                           so he opens his throat to sing.

                                                                                                         The caged bird sings

                                                                                                              with a fearful trill

                                                                                                            of things unknown

                                                                                                             but longed for still

                                                                                                          and his tune is heard

                                                                                                               on the distant hill

                                                                                                               for the caged bird

                                                                                                                 sings of freedom.