<div class="legacy-text">The free bird leaps on the back of the wind,<br />and floats downstream till the current ends.<br />He dips his wings in the orange sun rays,<br />and dares to claim the sky.<br /><br />But a bird that stalks down his narrow cage,<br />can seldom see through his bars of rage.<br />His wings are clipped and his feet are tied,<br />so he opens his throat to sing.<br /><br />The free bird thinks of another breeze, <br />and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees.<br />About the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn,<br />and he names the sky his own.<br /><br />But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams,<br />his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream.<br />hHs wings are clipped and his feet are tied,<br />so he opens his throat to sing<br />-Maya Angelou</div>