Not because of you,
but rather a inclination to thrive.
Not, because I want to,
but to survive.
I know, why the caged bird sings,
not because it wants to be free,
but because it sees the key,
too far out of reach.
The illusion of hope,
is but a reality.
As people and bird alike,
create songs of joy that they are not feeling.
As the fire that burns in the hearth,
should represent not warmth,
but a rising rebellion.
Not, because the flame is getting stronger-
No, let it get stronger.
But it is the person who tends the fires,
has no care for it, but for himself.
And for every effect, there is always a cause.