THESE BARS

Jedidiah Bird

an open sky, full of stars
I cannot see, behind these bars
the sweet whisper of the wind
I cannot hear, these bars won't bend
a breath of fresh spring air
to stay behind these bars, I cannot bear
clean white snow on a winters day
behind these bars, its cold but gray
a great vast forest of evergreen
behind these bars, I dare not dream
a pure white beach, and water so blue
behind these bars, sanity is failing, if only they knew
a life and a family, it seems so rare
behind these bars, with no one to care
an open road and an open sky
behind these bars, I think I'll die