In the Shadow of Freedom
Songs of the Free and the Caged
A tale of wings and dreams
A free bird soars
on the back of the breeze,
drifting downstream
till the currents release.
He dips his wings
in the orange glow of light
and claims the sky
as his birthright.
But a bird confined
in a narrow cell
sees little beyond
the bars of hell.
His wings are clipped,
his feet are chained,
so he lifts his voice
in a mournful refrain.
The caged bird sings
with a trembling trill
of unknown dreams
longed for still,
and his song is heard
on distant hills,
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.
The free bird dreams
of another breeze,
the trade winds soft
through sighing trees,
of fat worms waiting
on a dawn-lit lawn,
and he names the sky
his own.
But the caged bird stands
on the grave of dreams,
his shadow casts
a nightmare’s theme.
His wings are clipped,
his feet are tied,
so he lifts his voice
to the sky.
The caged bird sings
with a trembling trill
of unknown dreams
longed for still,
and his song is heard
on distant hills,
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.
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