The
door of my cage is open.
Will
I dare
go
there,
where
tigers prowl?
The
bars of my cage are soft.
Will
they be
pillows
for me
to
dream of freedom?
Or
will they yield to my touch,
my
wings stretched wide,
fall
away at the up beat
and
on the down beat,
watch
me rise?
My
wings have the strength of a thousand tigers.
The
door of my cage is open
and
the world waits.