Prison

Sitting here quietly by myself I ponder
what there might be out there for me
sunsets and moons peace and beauty
Or will it only be these four walls to see
Do I deserve to see the moon drift...
the sun fall leading into the night
To feel at ease in my skin and notice
the dew on a flower without worrying
I want to feel the dew on my skin
Like the flower I want to bend to the wind
and feel the sun fall the air grow cold
I need so much to watch the moon
drifting lazily shining down on me
If I ever get out of this place
I'll become a flower
in the open wind
and will bloom freely