a few lines on flying

oh, little bird
all caged in
a cage is no nest, is it?
oh, little bird
they lied to you, didn't they
only they didn't mean it to be a lie
though they sounded so right
when the cage seemed safe
and it is safe
it's very safe
from all of the danger and the hunger and the cold and the aching and the sore wings
but somehow the sadness lingers
and little bird
you gaze out of the window
into the cradling arms of yonder sturdy tree
at the little nest all laid out there
and you wonder what it would be like
to curl up inside
the crevices of that cozy little nest
with the protective wings
of that lovely bird that silently
chirps at you hopefully each morning
wrapped around you gently
and even though you are all caged in
you still fantasize about the days
when once you flew freely
little wings beating against the vacant sky
feeling as though you belonged
knowing you belonged
oh, little bird
you don't belong here
you don't belong in a cage
only someone has lost the key
and if they can admire you
all caged in
why should they be in such a hurry to find it
and let you fly?
oh, poor little bird
all caged in...