It was never that they didn't believe.
Oh, they believed alright.
They said I could change the world with my words!
But if only they cared enough to watch it happen.
And if only I was a good little birdie.
Drifting on by.
every once in a while I get a glance.
But they all know I don't belong.
Then they tend to get spooked and turn away.
But it's OK!
This little bird won't stay cooped up here forever.
This little bird will not be your acquiescent display anymore.
Not I. No sir!
My wings are exhausted from the imprisonment of this cage.
They need to spread.
To see the world!
... And the world needs to see whatI can do.
I know I can fly.
I know I can be beautiful.
I know that somehow, somewhere my words WILL change the world.
It will be right in front of you all,
but you'll never see.
You'll be too engrossed in slaving for your own appetite.
I wonder then, if you'll notice when I'm gone.
I wonder then, if you'll notice when one day all you hear is only silence.
Eventually you will walk by that cage.
Maybe not that day.
Maybe not that week.
But somewhere down the line, you will notice.
And on that day you will realize:
I'm too big for you.
You were never going to keep me confined.
