Bird Song

VI: 
Every day I walk past the flower store, and I hear him sing through the open door
Just a little bird with a funny crest , calling to his mate from his metal nest
And the lonely song fills a winter sky where that caged bird will never fly
Such a prisoner may have no choice, but no metal bars can hold his voice

Chorus:
   It’s so sad to me, it’s so sad to me, of all the things that will never be
   It’s so sad to me, it’s so sad to me, but I can’t set the caged bird free
   Like a blinded man in a darkened room looking for a door he'll never find
   Or a single bird in a silver cage who never knew another of his kind

V:
Were it up to me, were it up to me, then I would set every captive free
And though everyone might think it wrong, still I would sing my birdsong
and the human race could fade and die, to leave behind an open sky, 
and all the generations pass that put God's creatures under glass 
or behind bars, or in some stall or to slaughterhouses send them all

Chorus:

Every day I walk past the flower store, and I hear him sing through the open door
Such a prisoner may have no choice, but no metal bars can hold his voice