Locked inside the cage the true prison was his mind The love still remains The bird who grew his own wings “How with this rage shall beauty hold the plea?” The homie Shakespeare wrote that sonnet Swear it barely spoke to me when I was put on Read in high school Only 16 and were basically connected But now dutifully reject Age of 25 weeks away from turning 26 My brother passed at his own hand 36 You do math Perhaps 10 years makes all difference I’m here tell you a story it’s not about caged bird They locked him up cut off wings Trapped inside tormented mind Determined be free His light shined but an internal battle present A beautiful who sang knew Back yonder loving nest family bird grew Dearly beloved missed memories still sting He flies above us very moment Free torment cage Just bit higher Out our sight always within see we don’t truly go without Instead Forever hearts special gift