freedom
By poetsistax
Freedom Locked away in a tiny cell For how long my mind won’t tell My meals places in front of me Don’t look appealing so I will not eat My mind seems to work overtime Locked in a cell which I call mine Nobody dare ask how I am Frankly because they don’t give a dam There’s a world out there waiting for me Tiny windows make me disbelieve Up in court in two days time Lucky enough to get out of the cell I call mine Court day is now here Nothing to say nothing to fear Back in my cell for two more years No one asks how I got on, no one cares I’ll be dreaming of the outside world Where I once was when people cared Dreaming drinking at the bar with mates Looking for blokes, to go on dates Now in my cell I don’t feel so glum Because you know I’m on my way to freedom. Ansa Essien © on Feb 13 2002 09:57 PM PST 10 • 0 • 9
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