I know why the caged bird sings... ouch Maybe Lisa and Noname weren’t the only caged birds at all... we were too A free bird leaps on the back  Of the wind and floats downstream  Till the current ends and dips his wing  In the orange suns 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  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 the 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-bright  Lawn and he names the sky his own.  But a caged BIRD stands on the grave of dreams  His shadow shouts on a nightmare 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 the distant hill  For the caged bird sings of freedom. by Maya Angelou