A
free
bird leaps
on the back
Of the wind and
floats downstream Till the current
ends and dips his wing In
the orange suns rays And dares to
claim the sky. But a BIRD that stalks
down his narrow cage Can seldom see through his
bars of rage 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. 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
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d
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m
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