Caged bird

The free bird soars on the wind's back, drifts downriver till the current stops, dips his wings in the sun's orange rays, and dares to claim the sky.

However, a bird can hardly see through the bars of his small cage since his wings are clipped and his feet are chained, so he opens his mouth to sing.

The caged bird sings of freedom with a frightened trill of the things that are still unknown to him but that he longs for. His tune can be heard on a faraway hill.

The free bird imagines a fresh breeze, the gentle trade winds through the wistful trees, and the fat worms waiting on a bright morning grass. He gives the sky his own name.

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams and sings as his shadow screams in a nightmare. His wings are clipped and his feet are bound.

The caged bird sings of liberation with a tremulous trill of things unknown but still yearned for, and his tune may be heard on the hill in the distance.