I Am Free, That Is Why I'm Lost.
I Am Free, That Is Why I'm Lost.
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aesthesys

A free bird leaps
on the back of the wind and floats downstream
till the current ends and dips his wing
in the orange sun 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.

Maya Angelou's poem I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings
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Views: 34
Added: 5 days ago
Duration: 04:33
Videos: 58
Subscribers: 92
Description
aesthesys

A free bird leaps
on the back of the wind and floats downstream
till the current ends and dips his wing
in the orange sun 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.

Maya Angelou's poem I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings
Categories
Entertainment, Music
Tags
aesthesys