Nightingale, blackbird 

How is it you sing? 

How can you jubilate sitting in cages 

Never taking wing? 

Outside the sky waits beckoning, beckoning 

Just beyond the bars 

How can you remain, 

Staring at the rain 

Maddened by the stars? 

How is it you sing, anything? 

How is it you sing? 



My cage has many rooms, 

Damask and dark 

Nothing there sings, 

Not even my lark 

Larks never will, you know 

When their captive 

Teach me to be more adaptive 

Ahhhhhhhh 



Green finch and linnet bird 

Nightingale, blackbird 

Teach me how to sing 

If I cannot fly 

Let me sing