Musings on Life from a Dead Girl

Caged Bird

I am a bird in a cage

The wire is rusted and sharp

I am told it's golden 

I am a bird in a cage

I walk around in circles

they tell me it's farther than they've gone

I am a bird in a cage

there is a rope around my beak 

I can't sing

I am a bird in a cage

they've cut my wings

I can't fly

I am a bird in a cage

They think I've become tame with time

But they have never felt the sting of my bite

I am a bird in a cage

my time in the dark has made me mean

they won't know what to do when I finally see the light

I am a bird in a cage

I will break free

I will sing again

I will be caged no more 

and I will fly far, far away.