The caged bird never sings
He tried to once but others screamed
They wonder why he's silent, why he's so mean
But the cage bird keeps quite and never sings.
They assume he hates those that sing
But that's not true he just feels unseen
He enjoys the company that others bring
but few enjoy his company
So one day he tried to sing again but no one payed attention
So now the caged bird sits in perfect silence, always at attention.
It never occurred to all the others that he once sung loud and free
But pressure got the best of him so he stopped all his singing
And now it's finally occurred to me this caged bird is me
This once proud bird that sung so loud sits in perfect contemporary.
For silence consumes everyone and it certainly consumed me
But maybe not every caged bird needs to sing
to sit in perfect harmony.
