My rendition of why the caged bird sings.
I am a bird in a cage
Cawing silently everyday
With a sharp beak
And swifter tongue,
I want release.
This truth welling up inside of me,
It is the thing that sets me free.
It is the hope that I hold
And pray.
And dream.
And believe.
My soul is under lock and key.
And do you want that man I’ll be?
I lay it all
On the table
For you.
And you may speak with no meaning,
But I always mean what I say,
And I do what I must
To be heard.
So I possess you.
I make you talk for me.
To see
If its just the bird that is hated,
Is caged.
Or is that my soul as well?
Will I remain in this hell?
Can I find the strength to break away
From the bars
And scars that keep me here?
I know why I sing.
I sing because it is my shot to
Trust, love, and gain the key.
It is my voice that cries many times
And speaks many lines.
My appeal to you is,
Why is my soul here in the first place?
03-Jun-2010 14:11:04
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09-Jun-2010 00:33:06
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Kotane