I know why the caged bird sings

Its melancholic tunes that drift over the seas.

It beckon to us —

The city and the world —

And hopes for someone to notice its hurts.

I know why the caged bird sings

Its determined melodies that rise above the trees.

It wishes to soar —

Spread its wings in the sky —

And fly like an eagle so mighty and high.

I know why the caged bird sings

Its pensive notes that move in the breeze.

It has a dream

To one day emerge

And finally touch ground on this planet called Earth.

The little bird cries,

Day-long and all night.

Staring through the bars;

Wanting to reach for the stars.

Its heart is out there,

Not in its constraining cell,

Where fears abound

And doubts keep it drowned.

It wishes to be heard —

To let loose and gain height —

So let this little caged bird sing

For outside those bars, freedom calls to he.