A caged bird is never meant to see light
I am imprisoned
Never seeing the sky
Never tasting the salty sea
Never smelling the grain fields
Never hearing the battle cries
Having the urge to fly.
To fly away with my dreams
To soar where no one has ever been
Singing my song to my master
that holds me hostage
I sing about my time in this cage.
That I can by no means be set
free.

My Nightingale sings me enchanting songs.
She keeps me under a spell
I keep My Nightingale in a cage in my study so that She can
remain by my side
Even when everything goes wrong She sings
I never let Her out or near a window
Fearing that one day My Nightingale will leave me behind to
fly elsewhere
How every night I dream of horrid unspoken things
But when I reach My oh so lovely Nightingale
All these worries and frights wash away
Like the calming wind blowing through the cherry blossom trees
Such as the water flowing down a river searching for a new destination
Like the smooth rhythm of the old rocking chair
where my grandmother use to sit
It simply touches my heart
That is why I must never let Her go
She is my salvation in this wretched place
that is called home
Yes that is it.
I shall on no account grant My Nightingale liberty
For when that day comes I will perish off the
face of the world