“Get up, it’s school time,” Mama said,
The Black Birdies are singing a joyful tune,
They are going to school, a beginning so new.
Did they ever yearn to take their leave
Just like I did, on a quiet eve?
Did they desire to fly?
To spread their wings, reach the sky?
I see above, black birdies Chirp
Was there ever an end to the chirp?
Why did they not sing for me?
On my end, this tranquility.
The black birdies I caged, oh what futility
Now shall I set you free, release their song
“Get up, it’s school time my flee” I long.
For their freedom, I’ll find my way
What if I succeed in my dreams so sway?
Maybe tomorrow will be a better day
Rain from the vision that never ended.
No longer confined by the walls that tended
With the black birdies, I shall too sing a song,
My lullaby, my song.