How Can a Bird That Was Born For Joy Sit In a Cage and Sing

The Cage is so dark and so misty, I can hardly breathe there. The words that echo there are so melancholic and appalling, The Voices can only whisper as if they are strangled by Fear. How can a bird that was born for joy, sit in a cage and sing! The constellations of night, the luminescence of rainforest, The infinite azure sky, the crimson horizon, the cozy pond, The ocean, the stony mountains, even the shady bird-nest, Everything summons my Heart but still it cannot respond. My Heart is a song bird that is imprisoned in an inner Cage. How can a bird that was born for joy, sit in a cage and sing! Let my Heart fly towards liberty, breaking bars of bondage So that it can sing in a merry tune again by flapping its wing.