Oh, but who trapped you little bird?
Who convinced you that you couldn’t fly from the hands that caged you?
Why didn’t you try?
You stayed silent as the hands clipped your beautiful wings.
Did they steal your voice as well?
Why didn’t you sing?
Now you remain stuck in your cage.
Unable to fly,
Too nervous to sing.
You’ve listened to the hand’s convincing words,
That this is the best place for a little bird.
But as the clouds float by you wonder what you have missed.
For this feeling of safety surely can’t be it,
Where was the bliss?
Wake up little bird.
For the hands are coming.
You must fly now,
For the cage becomes numbing.