I heard, the other day
That a caged bird
May sing
To spite realities
Barred hope
Cause with beaten wings
And breast on high
Ahh me
That bird, with eyes turned
Still breathes the sky.
Even if it is,
Just in her mind.
I heard, the other day
That a caged bird
May sing
To sway
The way in which
Despair tries to enslave
- With frown laden bars
The agility of possibilities play
And though at times enraged
Ahh me
That bird, with claws affixed
Still swings.
And all the while,
It’s melody rings.
‘Til it can seize,
The calm
Of branch bountied trees.
I heard, the other day
That a caged bird
May sing
To prove,
Its captures
The fool
Cause even with
Times dropped low
Without even
A corner to go
And be let free
Ahh me
That bird, with some nerve
Still finds a way
To slay grief, I say.
Cause with beaten wings,
And breast on high.
From the tallest branch,
Nearest the sky.
All things are possible,
In her mind.
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