. . . (old one from 1976)
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I thought it safe inside my cage,
but could I learn to fly?
Such warmth between those steel walls,
but would my spirit die?
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So when I found the gate was raised
a trifle bit too high
I closed my eyes and held my breath
and jumped into the sky.
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In fear I fell, a feathered stone,
my throat choked out a cry,
Is this the end? Was I a fool
to kiss my cage goodbye?
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All I did was flounder more
as night was drawing nigh.
It seemed the worst was happening
and none could tell me why.
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Then something warm stirred at my sides,
my wings were going to try!
The dawn broke only just in time
to blow my feathers dry.
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At last I could fly sure and straight
with clarity of eye.
Free and strong, I knew now
that my cage had been a lie.
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© 1976, 2012 Betty Hayes Albright
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