The Key to the Cage is Me
I choose to forgive
Let it all roll off my shoulders
Pebbles, rocks and even boulders
I choose to end a hurtful cycle
Of the hateful battles that make me spiteful
Although you’ve left me
Tattered and scarred
I choose to thank you for who you are
Like a lily in a rain storm
My beauty is resilient
Come the spring morn
With the rain I grow
To become stronger
Than you could have ever known
I know more of my true self now than before
I sing a song of strength
Although my voice runs coarse
My mind is unclouded
Clear as the sky in mid July
I heard the caged bird sing from across the valley
He sung to me out
Together our voices rang out true and free
Such a sound is held in high regard
It's proof god's presence isn't so far
I have nothing to lose for its already His
His voice speaks to me
And continues to be a light unto my feet
So choose to forgive
Not for you but for me
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