Thoughts of a Caged Bird

You were so selfish

To have me by your side

So you clipped my wings

That I wouldn't learn how to fly.

Now here I sit

In your sturdy cage

Wondering what I'll be

When I come of age.

Is this all that you wanted,

To have me undecided?

I could have been great

I could have soared high.

I could have made you proud

I'm sure I'd love to fly.

But I am not sure

Of what lies there, outside.

I haven't caught a glimpse,

Not even a glimpse so slight.

How could I?

You wouldn't let me.

I'm sure there is a reason

To why you kept me here.

Who knows, maybe

There are hunters very near.

Who'll shoot with their device

And make me cold as ice.

But I have heard the songs

Of those up in the sky

Who take the chance to soar,

Soar up very high.

And with their creed,

Some do succeed.

Some others fall and bleed.

This, I prefer

Than having never tried

For what is life,

But a chance to fly.

I mean you no disgrace

For how could I blame you?

You were also once a bird

Whose wings were cut off too.

So here I'll sing

In my little swing

And in your ears

My music will ring.