группа Music by Bethany Joy Lenz http://vk.com/club5678623
I know what the caged bird feels, alas When the sun is bright on the upland slopes; When the wind stirs soft through the springing grass, And the river flows like a stream of glass; And the faint perfume from its chalice steals — I know what the caged bird feels
I know why the caged bird beats his wing Till its blood is red on the cruel bars; For he must fly back to his perch and cling And a pain still throbs in the old, old scars And they pulse again with a keener sting — I know why he beats his wing
I know why the caged bird sings, ah me, When his wing is bruised and his bosom sore, When he beats his bars and he would be free; It's a prayer that he sends from his heart’s deep core, But a plea, that upward to Heaven he flings — I know why the caged bird sings