The free bird
and dips his wing
in the orange sun rays and dares to claim the sky.
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 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.