Looking out of prison's windows, trying to see some of
life's closely held treasures.
Within sight is only a black night sky, looking carefully,
picking out a few stars scattered across the skies.
Vastly different in every atmosphere, sitting back, waiting
in joyful hope for freedom to be invoked.
Laughing in the face of justice, taunting it's tightly held
reins, sliding down avenues filled with rain.
Staring up, reaching out, perils unending, filling our lives
every day as looking out of prison bars, we yearn for just
one of life's closely held treasures.
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