They sing their sweet song 
You listen attentively 
They sing the same notes over again 
Why? 
Oh the birds are free, to fly where the wind goes 
But what do they really mean 
Their chirp and chatter
Possibly a cry for help 
Help me help me help me
They cry
A bird can only fly so far 
Can only do so much 
In so much time 
Their life is not magnificent 
Each day is torture 
When will they eat 
Will they become prey 
Will their bodies withstand the harsh elements 
Will their eggs survive 
See, the birds aren't so great 
What makes them different than ourselves?
The birds are like people too 
They have feelings 
The birds are miserable, so why do they live? 
That have families too, and so they're stuck. 
Sure, the caged bird sings of freedom 
But once it's attained, they're trapped 
Help me help me help me