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.