A free bird
on
and the
wind
leaps
back
the of
ends downstream
current
floats
till
the
and
rays his
sun
dips
wing
orange in the
and
dares
.
claim
to
sky the
and
the singing trees
soft through
of another
trade winds
The free bird thinks
breeze
the of
and
the fat
bright lawn
waiting
worms
dawn on a
he
the
and
names
sky
own his
of
dreams
grave
But the caged bird stands
his
on the shadow
shouts
on a
are
clipped
nightmare
his wings scream
and
sing
to
his feet
his throat
opens
are tied
he so
The caged bird
with a
but
sings
fearful
unknown trill of things
distant hill
on the
is heard
for the
his tune
longed for still
caged bird