In the darkest night,
I take flight.
In the brightest day,
I dance & sway.

Outside these walls,
everything is false.
Outside the coves,
stumbling on troves.

Nothing more,
this is a bore.
And yet,
everything is met.

My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of
     universal life.
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I
     reach my hands and play with pebbles of
     destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs
     reading "Keep Off."

My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive
     in the universe.

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.

Save the last cigarette
for the ride home.
Brave the storm, hide your keys.
Getting lost, you never know.

And without a source of direction
we lift
And rumble throughout the sky.

Left-handed ambiance,
So typical with the tyrant,
The hierarchy of a mind.

Bass drums so loud I can't breathe,
hold onto what's haunting me.
And this car isn't ready to ride.

Blocked out from the terrors you see
My one little window, open only to me.
self-enthralled, shut out from you;
self-concerned, always blind to what you do.

The sun is shining, don't you see it?
It's beaming down, and my world is lit.
You said you were done with the rain--
Why are you getting wet yet again?

Let's go out to play;
I will show you the new day.
There's no time for worry,
nothing to bury.

Time progresses as life moves on,
soon you will see the coming dawn.
Nothing will falter your new smile.
You will be happy all the while.

They told me it was metal,
but I didn't believe a word.
But now I find it's iron
of the strongest, finest kind.
Ah! Here is my little bellows,
I think I'll melt it down.