I know why the caged bird sings.

Every soul has in inkling. To stretch, to strain, to pull and twist, dodge and dive. It longs to run far from the body towards its home. As our bodies strain to keep in our souls, we crush its very meaning. The soul is what saves the body; let it run where it may. Should your soul find its wings and carry you, it would be the greatest of feats. The soul finds its life and clings to it, bringing the body with it. You live no greater life than that in which the soul has found its belonging. When our days are lived by soul, our days are made joyful and complete. We lack nothing and happiness is at our disposal to others. When the soul finds its niche, no force in the world can stop a soul on its mission. Free your soul to the winds it longs to float in.