Silence is the quietest thing.
Not a whistle or note,
Frail dark blue wings still,
Small head gently at rest,
Cold eyes closed.

They ask why the caged bird sings.
The answer is the caged bird sings because it can sing.

The caged bird sings
For the day it will be free,
Free from this life,
Free to fly,
Free to sing any song.

I cry not because she is gone,
Or because I will never hear another song,
Now this caged bird sings forever.