A caged bird
Trapped with clipped wings
All it could do was sing,
Sing in the cage it once was free of
In truth, the caged bird knew why it was trapped
The caged bird did this to itself
Even with the cage wide open, it could not seem to get away
Inside the caged bird’s little head
It didn’t know how to live so it chose death instead
The roses are red
The grass is green
As I lay in bed
Dreams wandering through my head
I count the flowers; fifteen
The roses are red
As I wake up, I eat the bread
I do the same routine
As I lay in bed
I go outside, my hands spread
I pick up the flowers that have been seen
The roses are red
I go back inside my house with dread
I make sure everything is clean
As I lay in bed
I count to fifteen
I go outside to do the same routine
The roses are red
As I lay in bed
A caged bird
By Bethany Fernandez