Sometimes

Sometimes you don’t know what to do…so you do what you love…because it comes naturally.

I know why the caged bird sings, ah me,
When his wing is bruised and his bosom sore,–
When he beats his bars and he would be free;
It is not a carol of joy or glee,
But a prayer that he sends from his heart’s deep core,
But a plea, that upward to Heaven he flings–
I know why the caged bird sings!

~ Excerpt from Sympathy by Paul Laurence Dunbar