Of things unknown but longed for still

A free bird leaps on the back // Of the wind and floats downstream
Till the current ends and dips his wing //  In the orange suns rays
And dares to claim the sky.

But a BIRD that stalks down his narrow cage  // Can seldom see through his bars of rage
His wings are clipped and his feet are tied // So he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with a fearful trill // Of things unknown but longed for still
And his tune is heard on the distant hill for //The caged bird sings of freedom.

The free bird thinks of another breeze // And the trade winds soft through
The sighing trees // And the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright
Lawn and he names the sky his own.

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 caged bird sings with //A fearful trill of things unknown
But longed for still and his // Tune is heard on the distant hill
 

For the caged bird sings of freedom.

 Maya Angelou

Lillian ♥