• When I look out my window,
    I see birds flying free.
    I then asked myself,
    "What will happen to me?"

    Will I grow up to be beautiful?
    Will I grow up to be smart?
    Who knows if this cage and I
    will even be apart?

    I wait here day by day,
    for something to change.
    But no matter what I do,
    it'll always be the same.

    So if you pass by,
    and see a bird in a cage,
    don't be surprised to see,
    if nothing has changed.

    I'll just sit and stare,
    out the window with care.
    For one day I'll know,
    I'll be free.