Prisoner

A child that is ready to grow.

Bars are around me

At least thats what I feel

Is their life where you can't see?

Oh look here is my next meal.

 

A meal full of despair,

and perhaps a bit of hate.

These feelings that eat me.

With no sign of cake.

 

One car goes by.

Soon another one follows.

As time passes by

I just sit here and wallow.

 

Why was I born?

To be locked in a cage?

I need my freedom.

Not to feel such rage.

 

I want to soar

I want to fly.

Why can't you see?

I can soar so high!

 

Give me a chance!

I demand it now.

Why can't you see?

I am taking my last bow.