The Song Of The Caged Bird Poem by Lors Dilouley

i beseech you
to shout for me
please sing for me
for my voice is strained and my wings are clipped

you know the tune as well
replace yours with my words
and hear the melody
though it may strike dischord with yours

it's the freedom song
that was placed in my heart
before time told me to wait
before my heart could escape

can you listen to the beat?
others have to try hard
but to you, i can whisper a chord
and the soliloquoy flies

liberty roams
it's the hope with the dawn
the fire in the sun
the reason i cannot yet cry

yet my eyes remain closed
lest i should see the bars
and past them to the shackled
waiting for their notes to rise from the west

but i am a prisoner
so sighing i mourn
and waste the day
humming for nothing but release

so the scarlet of redemption comes
and riddles my mind
with tales from the unfamiliar
the silent vacuum of pleas

this is why i sing
to penetrate the nothing
to pierce the voids of shallow
earthen clay shadows

to strip the night of its obscenities
and blind the voices with light
exposing the fakers
providing the movers with a rhythm to dance to

and the promise i hold to
from the Composer of my song
it's the third refrain,
'someday, someday.'