I know how it feels
When the caged bird beats its wings
With the agony in the song it sings
Till its blood is red on the cruel bars
And pain still throbs in the old scars
It beats it wings in the hope that it could be free
It sings a painful song, no carol of joy or glee
It sends a prayer from its heart’s deepest core
Cries, as its wings are bruised and bosom so sore
Its songs tells a mystical story but so true
Of a place where the wind stirs soft through the springing grass
And the rivers flow like a stream of glass
Where the sun is so bright on the upland slopes
Where the first bird sings and the first bird sings and the first bud opes
Hills waiting for the flash of the sun
A majestic place where it had so much fun
But here the cruel winter night full of rage
Makes it feel lonely in the cage
With every heat, its heart only feels the pain
It cries, the beating of its wings all in vain
It wants to go back to its friends and family
And wants to stoop in the blue sky so happily
It has seen people come and go
But no one came to help. Lo!
It is seen fall, it is seen lurch
For it must fly back to its perch