It’s not looking a lot like Christmas maybe Because your not letting it in there is Christmas Spirit all around you but you won’t know it If you don’t let it in let it in and you’ll know that This is what you do

You snuggle up with friends and family listen to The Christmas carols and maybe even sing one Yourself go under neath the Christmas tree shake the Presents with glee oh wonder what Saint Nick Brought me hope it was those sweat new kicks

It’s still not looking a lot like Christmas maybe because Your not letting it in there is Christmas spirit all around You but you won’t know it if you don’t let it in And you’ll know that this is what you do

You open up the advent calendar see what nice treat You earned see what your naughty elf on the shelf Did uh oh he’s in my boot now you may think it’s Enough Christmas but let me remind you Christmas Is all around you so guess what the list goes On and on

it’s still not looking a lot like Christmas Maybe because your not letting it in there is Christmas spirit all around you but you Won’t know it if you don’t let it in and you’ll Know that this Is what you do (what you do)

You count down the days from Christmas see All the pretty Christmas lights cook the Christmas Cookies for Saint Nick on the right night Watching Christmas movies from Christmas Long ago and right that letter to Saint Nick Hope i’m not to late hope he did’t already Hop in his slay

It’s still not looking a lot like Christmas Maybe because your not letting it in there is Christmas spirit all around you but you won’t Know it if you don’t let it in and you’ll Know that this is what you do (oh what you do)

Build old fashioned ginger bread houses put The star on the Christmas tree stay to See Santa eating a cookie hear the reindeer Chomping on the sweet carrots and having the Christmas Meal on Christmas morning

Now it’s looking a lot like Christmas that’s Now your letting it in there is Christmas spirit All around you including Now this what you Do you spread Christmas spirit for people That were like you.

In cages bound, their wings clipped and confined, Yet their spirits soar, an anthem intertwined. Through trials and pain, their melodies take flight, A symphony of resilience, shining through the night.

With each note, they defy the chains that bind, Their songs of freedom echo, leaving no soul behind. They sing of dreams and hopes, of love and strife, Their voices piercing through the bars of life.

For in their songs, a message loud and clear, That even in darkness, hope is always near. They teach us to rise, to find our own voice, To embrace our strength, make our own choice.

So let us listen to the caged birds' song, And learn from their spirit, brave and strong. For in their melodies, we find the key, To unlock the cages that bind you and me.

May we all sing with courage, unafraid, Embrace the power within, never to be swayed. For like the caged birds, we too shall find, Our voices, our freedom, our wings unconfined.

Caged bird in the dawn, Sings of fields beyond its reach— I know why it sings.

Feathers clipped, wings still, Yet its heart holds soaring hills— I know why it sings.

Bars of shadow cast, On the wall, freedom's contrast— I know why it sings.

Morning's first light beams, In its song, the day redeems— I know why it sings.

Echoes fill the air, A melody of despair? No, I know its wings.

So, I hum along. I know why it sings it’s song. Soon, I’ll spread my wings.

When there is nothing left to do, No food to hunt or water to find, No predators claimed “kings”, Or cover to claim, The Caged Bird Sings.

There is something grounding, Yet freeing all the same, Of the whistle of a parakeet, One who has no shame.

We hold a song to standards, We hold them up so high, That when the bird starts screaming, We only see absence of beauty; a lie.

The birds will open their beaks, Tongues split and foam dripping from their mouths, And when the townspeople scream, They won’t think twice. With short bursts of screeches and feathers pulled from their seams, The caged bird sings with joyous delight.

Caged birds sing their songs, Yearning for skies beyond reach, Hope echoes through bars.

I know why caged birds sing. They sing notes of despair, hoping someone will save them, Their songs are cries for help.

I know why caged birds sing. Because they’re spirit is free, Putting a lock on their wings is like taking away their life, their will to live.

I know why caged birds sing. Because they know where the key to their cage is, They know where the capturer put it. But they are afraid that if they try and reach for the key, If they are able to escape and take flight, Another bird will stop flying.

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Hi!! So recently I got a few letters by fellow authors and felt really guilty about not responding, and unfortunately I don’t even know who this people are, so I didn’t know what to do. The thing is I don’t have premium 😅, which is why I can’t respond. So sorry about that!!!

Thank you so much for reading!! ♥️♥️

For all the people listen close To hear the notes The cadged bird sings When it’s sure No ears can hear It’s mournful tears
The cages bird sings

No one’s there To console, to love This lonely, broken hearted dove So it makes its friends Its company With its own bitter sweet melody

I know why the caged bird sings So that when it rests its wings Its soul won’t die But carry on Like its hopeful, quiet song

I know why the caged bird sings For fear that if it stops Its tears will drown its hope

I know why the caged bird sings To try and drown the past The pain, the doubt, with notes

I know why the cage bird sings It can’t seem to be still It wants to wash it all away

I know why the caged bird sings Its scared that to cease would truly mean washing away

The cage bird’s scared… it will never see another day

I know why the caged birds sing,

When, in futurity, sulfur will rise and flood the mine;

And the bars obviate all resistance,

There’s nothing left but to surrender all conductance;

And when inevitability comes to pass, there can’t be done a thing; All that’s left to do is conciliate your fate, and sing.

Yea I’m trapped don’t know long I’ll last wrapped up in these chains that are controlling my brain and keeping me behind bars mentally Cuz I’m tired of dealing with these mental illusions it’s driving me to delusion I would ask for help but I feel more comfortable in seclusion seems like I’ll never escape that’s my conclusion cuz see I’m more vocal in these rhymes I write when I should be more social with the people in my life but seems like I can’t speak my mind and I don’t know why cuz every time when I’m about to say something I truly feel what comes out is usually nothing it’s like something holding me back in reality it’s myself and my fears What if I open up and I get the response I don’t want to hear see that’s my problem I’m not good with confrontation I’d rather keep to myself and deal with the pain I’m feeling I’m trying to escape my thoughts cuz when I get lost I end up in a realm where I gotta face my demons and I’m fighting back but I feel too overwhelmed and I just can’t take it no more I’ve been past my breaking point for too long Just like a caged bird I cope through singing healing songs In hopes it’ll mend a broken soul that’s too far gone