Neji Poem
a free bird leaps
on the back of a wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wings
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
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 a 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 lit lawn
and he names the sky his own
but a caged bird stands on a grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a midnight 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 a distant hill
for the caged bird sings of freedom.
on the back of a wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wings
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
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 a 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 lit lawn
and he names the sky his own
but a caged bird stands on a grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a midnight 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 a distant hill
for the caged bird sings of freedom.
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