I walk bare feet in snow with my pants rolled up to my knees hoping that all my sins and fears would somehow slip out of me, and roll itself into a big old knot, which somehow forms a snowman in that very same spot.

A spot so big all the children would stop and stare,
not knowing that sins and fears is what put that snowman there.

Sins from a world that’s not blinded by our color, and fears of a society that sells its soul for the price of a dollar.

I walk bare feet in the snow with my pants rolled up to my knees because now I know why the caged bird sings.

He sings because he's happy, he's sings because (inside) he's free...

So the next time I see a bird, not only will I cheer him free, but I'll say a silent prayer for you and for me...