Sweetly sings the caged bird
Never knowing the world outside
Only knowing lies
Never knowing she could fly
Never knowing of the sky
Sweetly sings the caged bird
Never seeing roads or cars
Only staring at iron bars
Never knowing of the stars
Or having dreams of reaching Mars
Sweetly sings the caged bird
Never listening to the bees
Never perching in the trees
Only knowing what she sees
Never knowing all she could be
Sweetly sings the caged bird
Never knowing of the wind
Only knowing the prison within
Is it her fault then?
Is her ignorance her sin?
Sweetly sings the caged bird