A free
bird leaps on the back
of the wind and floats
downstream till the
current ends s and dip
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 singing
trees and the fat worms waiting
on a dawn bright lawn 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 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.