• Do you know why the caged bird sings,
    In her confinement of gold?
    Why she sings a song so gay,
    In her prison cold?
    Is it for a new tomorrow,
    One so full of light,
    Or is it for her unshed tears,
    That haunt her though the night?
    I know why the caged bird sings,
    For like that little bird,
    I am caged myself,
    But my words are never heard.
    My cage is not of brass,
    Nor is it of gold,
    My cage was made by him,
    And by my heart he holds.
    We stay for our wings are broken,
    And we can no longer fly,
    We sing because our hearts are broken,
    And its better to sing, than to cry.