by PS Gifford

Created on: July 09, 2009

A free bird's contented in all that they are,

They can flit down to the grass; or soar to a star

They croon a sweet song, unrepressed and so free

They see splendor and awe in all that they see.

A caged bird wallows in gloom with their captivity

Wondering what they've done so they can't be free.

Their thoughts are restrained by a small shiny cage.

They are too crestfallen to react and fight back with rage.

Both you and I have a choice to be who we be-

Do we want to be caged? Or do we want to live free?

Do we want to be held back from all of our dreams?

Is this world that we live in quite all that it seems?

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