Build me a gilded cage
Equip it with a swing
Set it in a sunny spot
And I will sing for you.
Blow me a bell jar
Out of rose colored glass
Set me on your bed stand.
And I will dance for you.
Find me in a bottle
Hidden in a cave.
Bid me to abide inside it
And I will grant your every wish.
I know why the caged bird sings.
I know why Billy Holiday awaits her good news day.
I know why ‘tis wise to soar, but never roam.'
Once you have found your home
What need have you of freedom?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow. you make " home" resonate in this poem, suzanne. -glen