![]() ![]() ![]() The caged bird sings with a fearful trillĪnd his tune is heard on the distant hillĪnd the trade winds soft through the sighing treesĪnd the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn and he names the sky his own.īut a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams His wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing. A free bird leaps on the back of the windĪnd floats downstream till the current endsĪnd dips his wing in the orange suns rays and dares to claim the sky.īut a bird that stalks down his narrow cage ![]()
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