Grace
I'm not in prison
I'm not locked up
But sometimes I stand
In the sunshine
Hearing the birds sing
Looking at the vibrant colours of the trees and flowers
And I shiver, and close my eyes tightly
As though I was still in
The grey, stone cell
With bars on the windows
Because I'm just not sure
If I open my eyes and look closely at the birds and the flowers and sunshine
Whether they will stay
Or whether they will leave
And I'll wake up
Back in the stone cell.
Dare I take a chance?
I'm not locked up
But sometimes I stand
In the sunshine
Hearing the birds sing
Looking at the vibrant colours of the trees and flowers
And I shiver, and close my eyes tightly
As though I was still in
The grey, stone cell
With bars on the windows
Because I'm just not sure
If I open my eyes and look closely at the birds and the flowers and sunshine
Whether they will stay
Or whether they will leave
And I'll wake up
Back in the stone cell.
Dare I take a chance?
posted by Noof @ 6/14/2005 04:28:00 pm
2 Comments:
At June 14, 2005 4:54 pm,
Anonymous said…
Amen.
-lh
At June 19, 2005 9:23 pm,
gorillaslippers said…
You noodle. Thanks for the checking out of my deviations. Have added a few more. Heee. Hope you're feeling better!
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