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Let the Caged Birds Free
I sighted free birds gladly leaping in the air And I love them cheerfully singing there Over the dale and high above they dare And the sun rays and thrill they share Swans and others dip their wings in rivers Seagulls fly away to reach the blue sky Sparrows are in fields wheat feeders Surely they are born free and must fly Stretched wings take many to mountains Where even falcons make their habitats Graceful white doves feed on the grains Many others fly with no strings attached But caged ones dream of perching on trees And sadly miss the worms and the fish Longing to taste the unrestrained breeze But have strange food forms in a small dish I hear the caged birds' painful cry Of missing their lovely little ones And praying to free to reach the sky Quite eager to open up their lungs He listens to his own song in that tomb While kids come in joy to stare at him His tears no one sees but desire his plume His freedom again becomes very dim I pray you all not to clip their wings And help to stop their scary shrills Do not tie their feet for they must sing Those happy tunes must go till the hills
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