A free bird leaps,
on the back of wind
and float downstreams
till the current ends
and dips her wing
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky...

But a bird that stalks
down her narrow cage
can seldom see through
her bars of rage
her wings are clipped and
her feet are tied
so she opens her throat to sing....

The caged Bird Sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and her tune is heard
on the distant hill
for caged Bird
sings of freedom....

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 she name the sky her own
But a caged Bird stands on
the grave of dream.....
her shadow shouts on
a nightmare scream......
her wings are clipped and
her feet are tied....
so she opens her throat to sing....