Why does the caged bird sing?
There is no chance of true life
There is no reason for solemn song
Why does the caged bird sing?

In truth, all we were are
Are dying
Dying and dying for something
Dying for life even
To die...to sing
To play a harmonious tune
To sing
To cherish
To enjoy
To die
To die for dying in dying of something
Light

Light
It's a radiant warmth and draws you
Darkness
The sweet cooing of emptiness
Do you die to rest between?