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
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
.

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