Have you ever felt like a caged bird? You're trapped, alone in a place with bare walls. Your own songs are your only comfort. Sometimes you don't even want to hear yourself sing. You're tired of being caged.
Even if a window or perhaps a door opened up... you wouldn't be able to escape to freedom. You wouldn't be able to fly high up into the sky and soar happily. You can't fly. Your wings have been clipped. Clipped to keep you as you are, a caged bird.
Your songs may not comfort you at times but someone else loves to hear you sing. Someone else loves to see you throughout the day. Someone else believes that you like being a caged bird.
Your wings are clipped so you feel hopeless.
A bird that can't fly is flightless. But a caged bird with hope is hopeful.
After Words: Sometimes I feel like a caged bird. Looking. Waiting. Hoping. For my day to fly!
