A cage bird sings songs of freedom

Words to energize his owner to set him free

He eats the food his owner brings

But if he could fly,

He’d eat worms and caterpillars

 

The cage bird looks outside

And sings to other wild birds

To remind them of their freedom

Everyone cares only for themselves

But he feels different, fading inside 

Like a goldfish in a tiny glass pot

 

The cage bird sings

I am not made for the inside

I should be let free with my wings

To make friends and fall in love too

To fly away and bring food to my babies

To feel the skies, to shit on heads and laugh about it

 

Until these cages free me

I will never know

The real taste of food

My true purpose of being

And the prowess of my wings.