A Prisoner’s Life

I am a prisoner living behind the bars,
the bars rising above the ground.
Steps moving, trees rustling, more clearly beats my heart.

I am a prisoner living behind the bars,
the bars rising above the ground.
Darkness drowning, cold around, only sweeter feel the lashes of sun.

I am a prisoner living behind the bars,
Where begins the bound,
Where life unwinds its song.


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