They Sing For Us Too

They wanna file a complaint on the saints,

and the ones sittin high, and lookin low.

Spread their wings for the Po.

Singin spirituals all day.

Sunrise to sunset.

To the sun and maybe the moon.

Making a home wherever there's room.

They want the people to be a free as them.

Even the caged sing.

Some call them a nuisance,

I guess it all just depends,

on if you hear noise,

or birds defending the wind. Sing anyways, sing loud, through sunshine or clouds. Keep reminding us every morning that we also have wings and a song to sing. "Be free again human beings..."