I know why the caged bird sings

A free bird leaps on the back
Of the wind and floats downstream
Till the current ends and dips his wing
In the orange suns rays
And dares to claim the sky.

But a BIRD that stalks down his narrow cage
Can seldom see through his bars of rage
His wings are clipped and his feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
Of things unknown but longed for still
And his tune is heard on the distant hill for
The caged bird sings of freedom.

The free bird thinks of another breeze
And the trade winds soft through
The sighing trees
And the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright
Lawn and he names the sky his own.

But a caged BIRD stands on the grave of dreams
His shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
His wings are clipped and his feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with
A fearful trill of things unknown
But longed for still and his
Tune is heard on the distant hill
For the caged bird sings of freedom.

by Maya Angelou

Comments (2)

This is true love. Whatever the circumstances whether cold, hot or forsaken, yet, you continue to love. The last line is superb- I still love! Beautifully written Richard!
Such lost love now Gone forever Yet, I still love yes still i love is a divine call. come what may or what had happened in life, we shall hold on and keep our hearts open and love and love and love.. thank you dear Richard for such positive spiritual thoughts. tony