The caged bird

And like myself alone, wholly alone,

It sees the day's long sunshine glow;

And like myself it makes its moan

In unexhausted woe.

Give we the hills our equal prayer;

Earth's breezy hills and heaven's blue sea;

We ask for nothing further here

But our own hearts, the joy of liberty.

Could my hand unlock the chain,

How gladly would I watch it soar,

And never regret, and never complain

To see its shining eyes no more.