The free bird leaps on the back of the wind
andfloats downstream till the current ends and
dipshis wing
inthe orange sun rays
and daresto claim the sky
The free bird thinks ofanother breeze and
thetrade winds
softthrough the singing trees and the
fat wormswaiting on a dawn bright lawn
andhe
namesthe sky
hisown
But a caged birdstands on a grave of
dreamshis shadow shouts
on a nightmarescream
his wingsand clipped
and his feet are tied so he opens
his throatto sing.
The caged bird singswith a fearful trill
of things unknown but
longed forstill
andhis tune
is heardon a distant hill
for thecaged
bird singsof freedom