Inspired by Maya Angelou’s “A Caged Bird” 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 above you and I. And we wonder why, every winged one isn’t given this freedom to… the freedom to fly, the freedom to fly, the freedom to fly. The caged bird sings with a fearful trill of things longed for still. Heard on the distant hill. But the caged bird sings of freedom still, with a fearful trill of things longed for still. Heard on the distant hill. Dreaming of unclipped wings and taking in its fill. 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 up wide. And as it cries, and so decides, it’ll break the fucking bars even if it dies. Single shouts multiply by others and can’t be denied… oh, denied. No. The free bird takes in the breeze, on trade winds soft through the trees. A dawn bright with the standing up of an army that was once on its knees… was on its knees. But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams and shouts with a nightmare scream!