A free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats
downstream
till the current
ends
and
dips
his
wing
in the
orange sun rays
and dares
to claim the sky.
The free bird thinks
of another breeze
and the trade winds
soft through
the sighing trees
and the fat worms
waiting on a dawn
bright lawn
and he names
the sky
his own
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
v 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