They say that a caged bird sings, when it fact; it cries,
Placed behind bars,
Until the day that it dies.
He wanted to fly but they clipped his wings,
So they could stare and say, "oh what a pretty little thing."
Yet he was meant to soar with the wind as his throne,
But they built him a cage and said; "this is your home."
In his heart he knew that this cannot be,
His wild spirit roared; "you will not tame me!"
Calling out to his captors; "one day I'll be free!"
To him they would laugh, "now that's funny Indeed!"
Berating him, saying; "you have all that you need."
But needs go much deeper and when so sorely met,
but he would not w