the song of the caged bird is seldom as beautiful as the sparrows cry which is only heard in the darkness of the wild and in the shadows of the sunrise they sing a song of freedom the song of strangers to lovers of bonds stronger than brothers and of unrealised potential to be. Out of the gilded bars is an untold song from the abundance of nourishment an unquenchable hunger An artists array of colours on its back but the gaze of a marbled statue marvel at the creature they say look how it sings but the truth is you will never hear the caged bird’s song

a beautiful prison is still a prison