never cage a bird that’s
meant to fly
watching
as it slowly starts to die

you see
it's beauty is in its grace
as it soars at will, high above, whichever way it pleases

it wasn't built for
bars and locks
but hills and rocks, oceans, prairies, sing little one, sing

and let the world see you
hear you
do it

there's nowhere for you to go in here
but to gaze longingly into the distance
wondering

what's out there?

when you find it
don't let it
weigh you down, clip your beautiful wings, lock you up
for all to see

fly away fast if you must
we'll understand why
some just weren't meant for cages

your dreams
little one
live freely
in the
sky