how could a bird, caged and trapped, still sing a tune so sweetly?
how could a man, fresh from war and bleeding out trauma, still smile just because of the sun?
a child, being told they’re never going to live to see puberty
a dog, left on the countryside while he watches; helplessly as his owners drive off and leave him.
         ( he’ll still wag his tail the next day )
a girl, seeing her boy with someone else
               ( oh, the heartbreak. it’ll fade in a few weeks
                 when Johnny tells her he likes her smile )
how could a bird, caged and trapped, still sing a tune so sweetly?
how does it’s music fill the air and meet my ears?
I want to be the bird.
I want to sing--- despite my woes.
I want to have wings to preen and to fly with.
                            ( a caged bird cannot fly.
                              why does it sing if it’s useless? )