I want it more than anything desired.
Near to my heart and greatly admired.
Difficult to find and even harder to keep.
I dream of it in my walking sleep.
More of a feeling than something possessed.
Without worry or time kept stress.
To live in the sunshine and dance in the rain,
To break free of these rusting chains
That bind my mind, body and soul.
And drag me down to the blackest holes.
I AM THE CAGED BIRD and my song is preserved
In the light of the sun, forever observed.
In the scent of air, and sound of the wind
Until at last, all things transcend.
So I sing my song, a desperate cry
With silvery tears
From both of my eyes.
And while I’m here behind these bars
My music drifts leisurely to the stars.
Carried away on the backs of doves
As they sing their songs of love.
And as I dream of the day to come,
I sing my song of freedom.