Why the Caged Bird Ever Sings

He must have done some horrid thing, so vile I bet and frightening because it's hard to fathom why we shut him in to never fly, or feel the wind against his wings, or why the caged bird ever sings! A sight to see at any age; this captive beast inside a cage! Perhaps we think by some degree he's better off alone than free. Or if, by chance, we think humane that he should never feel the rain, but life of pain and one of scars behind the cruelty of bars! Amusement rests not on a stage, but in some tiny, prison cage! What if our human lives were one that never felt the summer sun, or saw the moon, or chased a breeze, or fell in love, or glanced the seas? We take for granted little things like why the caged bird ever sings! A sight to see at any age; this captive beast inside a cage!