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