I don't think modesty is a very good virtue, if it is a virtue at all. A modesty person will drop the modesty in a minute. You see, it's a learned affectation. But humility comes from inside out. Humility says, there was someone before me. Someone found the path. Someone made the road before me. And I have the responsibility of making the road for someone who is yet to come. A free bird leaps on the back of the wind and floats down stream till the current ends and dips his wing in the orange sun rays and dares to claim the sky. But a bird that stalks down his narrow cage can seldom see through his bars of rage. His wings are clipped and his feet are tied, so he opens his throat to sing. The caged bird sings with a fearful trail of things unknown but longed for still, and his tune is heard on the distant hill for the caged bird sings of freedom. The free bird thinks of another breeze and the trade winds soft through the siding trees and the fat worms waiting on the dawn bright lawn and he names the sky his own. But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams. His shadow shouts on a nightmare screen. His wings are clipped and his feet are tied, so he opens his throat to sing. The caged bird sings with a fearful trail of things unknown but longed for still, and his tune is heard on the distant hill for the caged bird sings of freedom.