4.B.11 Stella – Caged Bird (c)1997.

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Every ear that can hear has heard the silence of the caged bird
Every eye that can see can see the sadness of the caged bird
For its beauty was jailed
for to listen to the beauty of its singing of its wild call

now we can hear all too nothing save the pecking of its beak
and a caged door

Go fly, while the door is open,
Go fly, while your heart is still beating,
Go fly, while your wings can still open, go fly, the wind is rising

Every heart that has bled has felt the passion of the caged bird
Every eye that has cried has cried the tears of the caged bird
For its beauty was jailed for to listen to its singing of its wild call
But now we can hear all but nothing
Save the beauty of its heart in a cage in the bight
A wing that cannot spread, aching for flight,
An eye that cannot see, further than the wall,
What murderers are we as we smile at its den
In your death you can fly – your spirit it is freed
Beond the door of your cage, heaven surrounds you
Heaven surrounds you, your wings, in the wind