The World Outside To The Bird Inside

The world outside is a mystery 

I barely remember it at all 

And flying about in it is in my history 

Now my world has become so small 

Confined within the metal bars 

I try to be merry and sing my tunes 

But memories arise of souring above cats 

And of each day bringing something new 

I want to call out to my family 

And tell them I miss them so much 

But they've probably forgotten all about me 

As I've become distant and out of touch 

Through no fault of my own, perhaps

But I have abandoned that life 

I don't know who has caged me but somebody has 

And now my family life has been left behind 

If there's one thing I could ask of a God 

It's for my children to keep telling my tale

Or maybe for the ability of my break to break a rod 

Because each time I try, I ultimately fail 

It's true that my world no longer makes sense 

With the absence of everything I used to know 

I just sing and keep myself merry with nonsense 

Keeping hope alive that someday, I can get up and go