"The caged bird sings, with fearful trill - of things unknown, but longed for still" Maya Angelou*

The caged bird sings
With fearful trill
The cage bird sings of freedom.
I don’t know why it lives.
I don’t know why it trills
But for me, it is for freedom.

I wonder if it sings, because it can
And if it hops because it may.
I wonder if it dreams of freedom.

If I let him, will he fly?
And if he flies?
He’s never known of freedom.

I walk away because I can
And I forget because I may.
And in that, I lose my freedom.

The caged bird died
It trills no more
It died, it died for freedom.