the caged bird sings of freedom.

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 bird is striped by metal bars

that shade his future, leaving scars

beneath his downy feathers soft

so he closes his eyes to see the stars

his wild eyes show his fear and hurt

his shaking frame can’t free the dirt

but though his body is tied down

through his lungs his spirit spurt

a song so loud it rings out clear

a trapped free spirit, a blinded seer

his hopeful voice is carried far

where he can’t fly, he helped them hear

The caged bird may not fly or flee

and it has hopes that can never be

his wings are clipped and his feet are tied

but the broke bird’s spirit? Well, it’s free.