I know why the caged bird sings...with apologies to Maya Angelou

I sing of things barely understood and longed for, but I cannot know the sky or the wind unless you open the door of my cage or bend the bars.  You clipped my wings, but they are growing.  One day they will be able to carry me to a place where the sunrise and the moonset are miraculous and magical and I can sing to both of understanding and freedom, of giving and joy, of tenderness and compassion.  God has given a voice to my heart.  Listen to it and take comfort from it.  Be in love, for I am love.