I do not know everything
I do not know why some birds fly
And some birds don't sing,
When early morning comes
Some birds cry
And some birds are listening
To the rising sun

And I do not know nothing
For I see how the caged bird
Is a sparrow without wings
And the smaller his cage gets
The louder he sings
The more broken his wings are
The stronger he believes

And after all this
I only know one thing
That we are like sparrows
And in the abandoned
Lies the beauty of our humanity
And that is why the caged bird
Will always sing beautifully