The memory of you,

like a warm summer breeze,

On my lips, on my hands,

on my neck, on my cheek.

Like a warm summer day

puts my mind at ease

you bring me light, fill my soul

make me weak.

Then you were gone.

And replaced by a bird.

In a cage, lovely bird

and she sang, lovely bird.

And she sang so sweet

so mournfully sweet

and the thoughts of you

crept back into me.

I sang with the bird,

and the bird sang with me

and we sang for the loss

of the feelings that we

gave way to someone else.

But that someone didn't see

that I was the bird and the bird was me

and he left me to be with the bird that is me

So this is why the caged bird sings.

So this is why my soul's not at ease

and my soul is the cage that allowed him to leave.

And left me he did.

And now that I'm free

I can tell them why the caged bird sings.

I can tell them why love clipped her wings

and forced her to dream of fabulous things

that she never did see

because never did he

love her as much as the love that she

gave way to him, and from her did he flee.

So this is why the caged bird sings.

And I am the bird and the bird is me

and this is the cage where I once broke free

Now I am the bird and the bird is me

And this is why the caged bird sings

I am the bird, now hear me sing.

And soon those sweet words will set me free.