I know why caged birds still sing
Even without the feel of the wind
Trapped within a home of solid bars
Without view of sky, sun or stars
Songs of beauty it can not have seen
Without inspiration from places ever been
Still, emotion and thoughts the tune does bring
Stirring something deep and powerful within
While singing it just patiently waits
For the door to open and thus fulfil its fate
Or conversely perhaps has it accepted this life
And sings to cope with all its strife
Either way it still gives me hope
And like the bird I shall not mope
For even behind my own prison wall
Perhaps I can produce magnificence beyond this all
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem