Caged Birds' Song

To understand my rage, or an ounce of my pain listen to the song that we hum from our cage. Packed up with birds, off-key we all sing to the vague tune of freedom that we've never heard ring. Freedom is a beautiful lie, praising the free bird and his power over the sky. Such a fraudulent sonnet, the tale of our sky, constantly ignoring there's a limit placed on it Oh such a treacherous chorus, the caged birds hums, although the lyrics aren't meant for us. The words are all wrong, still a beautiful song, and though we can't understand it, the caged birds sing along.