To be free
As i look at the sides.
Of my never changing glass prison.
i wonder in silence
what we all did to deserve this
yes its obvious.
But not punishment for taking our freedom.
To be free i wonder.
oh how many years its been since we've known.
what its felt like to be free.
listening to the banging and cursing demanding to be free
i sigh in hopelessness.
these spells bounding us to this earth
as punishment
this is wish to be free
anything is better then this
to be free i wish, but what if...what if...
we never get the chance to feel freedom
and leave this hellish glass prison
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem