Sing little bird in your golden cage
Do you sing cause your happy, or sing out of rage.
Flutter around singing your songs,
Telling the story of sorrows and wrongs.
What would you do if you were set free
Would you cower in a corner, or instantly flee,
How long have you been in your prison alone
How long has the golden cage been your home?
The happiness your song brings to those who hear,
Hides all the sadness your breast has no cheer.
Oh beautiful song bird, my heart bleeds for you
Were I to release you what would you do?
Inside of your prison you flutter around
Singing your songs and making your sounds
Your prison is golden, your prison a stage,
No matter how beautiful it’s still a cage.
In the morning you’ll fly, be free, on your own,
And I pray that from happiness you’ll sing your songs.
No birds should be caged, all songs should be free.
Go live out your life singing in the trees.
Poem by Juan Olivarez
Image from Little Birdie and Golden Cage