❝ A free bird leaps on the back of the wind and floats downstream till the current ends and dips his wing in the orange sun rays and dares to claim the sky. But a bird that stalks down his narrow cage can seldom see through his bars of rage his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing. The caged bird sings with a fearful trill of things unknown but longed for still and his tune is heard on the distant hill for the caged bird sings of freedom. The free bird thinks of another breeze and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees and the fat worms waiting on a dawn bright lawn and he names the sky his own But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing. The caged bird sings with a fearful trill of things unknown but longed for still and his tune is heard on the distant hill for the caged bird sings of freedom.❞ - Maya Angelou ᗩlfred knows he must free himself from the cage, but he has no idea how. With his people restless and crying out for freedom while Britain ignores their call he has no choice but to join his people in revolution. He knows he risks a lot moving again Britain, including the rather of the mighty Empire but as all must learn-- The songbird does everything to fly free again.All Rights Reserved