I am a caged bird

I am a bird in a room of sunflower painted walls

A window my world, opens to a slice of the sky

I am a caged bird,

 Living in a house oh so very tall

My wings glisten in the dawn, 

They are broken alas! I can't fly.

As the sky turns charcoal, the moon serenades under my cage

My heart yearns to travel over unknown seas, lands unseen

I am a caged bird,

My songs never breach the bars of rage

My tunes never float above snowy clouds

Freedom, I have never seen.

When raindrops fall on summer-parched lands

And flowers bloom in their glorious display

I am a caged bird,

For me time never flies, but still stands

Dreams lay wounded, alone I weep

No companion to play.

Then one day down I will drop and be still

No wind beneath my wing

No tunes of love to sing

No life ever lived, flight ever taken

I will be a caged bird forlorn and forgotten.

I am a bird, born not to be a slave

I will fight, I will rise to fly

I will no longer be a bird in a cage 

Tomorrow I shall set free

I have to be free.