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.