The caged bird will sing of a life he will never know.
The hatred in his heart will slowly start to grow.
Again tonight he will dream of flying,
Away from the days that will cause his crying.
He dies tonight, a tortured soul.
He dreamed of flight he will never know.
The caged bird stopped singing a long time ago.
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