O, how that the world glides through space
and ocean waves flow at will
and all things free/ move and have their being
but not so/ this cage bird
not so/ this lone solitary soul
all that's green and gay
golden and clothed in purple
parade outside my reach
while sweet winds breathe gently beneath wings
with on room to fly/ no space to soar

O, that the stone within my heart can be lifted
made light though not removed
that thorns embedded in flesh sting less
and joys truly came in the morning
to out stretch my wings to embrace liberty
and not be pierced with nails in order to bear a cross

O, how I must sing and sing and sing
to a world outside my bars
singing all the day and night
hoping life will not forget me
sing.