Body And It’s Soul

I know there is a beautiful bird in that cage And the bird singeth the hymn as pledge, When bird out of cage go beyond the edge, Leaving the cage decay on its fate to erase When the bird is let to go fly into the sky, Singing, praising, with a freedom holy joy, It never returneth to the cage with dream high A tired cage mingles into dust; busting sigh Yet we oft hesitate to uncage the caged bird, Reason to save cage and slave the bird-absurd Panting, enchanting to win, till cage slurred, When fire gone, peace-peace is the cage word There I know a cage is hanged with its bird sweet Trying for eternity-a sage with holy courage tweet