The Bird From the Cage


The bird from the cage is filled with rage he tries to find his place,
He flies to the deck to help the working birds peck,
But he finds out it’s not his place.
The bird from the cage who is filled with rage,
flies to the hummingbirds but finds out quick he can’t sing,
The bird from the cage filled with rage,
Hassles a bee but finds out with a prick he can’t sting,
The bird in the cage is filled with rage wondering why he can’t find his place.
Maybe he’ll hang around the peacocks and find out he’s got a pretty face,
He gets laughed at and heckled and told to leave,
Maybe he’ll dance among the top of the trees,
The bird from the cage filled with rage flies to the top of the trees,
He puts on a show that nobody know’d so he wanted to hide in the leaves,
The bird from the cage who is sick of his rage,
Weeps among the brush,
The bird from the cage wants to get rid of his rage,
He says he’s had enough.
The bird from the cage’ journey for change starts with a wing and a prayer,
Once he found God there was no longer fog and he finally seen a way nearer,
He couldn’t believe how did he not see it was something you couldn’t obtain,
With a look in a mirror the bird saw clearer happiness was in his brain!
It wasn’t a place, it wasn’t a job, it was a state of mind!
The bird from the cage no longer had rage but now he was calm and kind!

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