I am trapped, miles from home and though I may have little, And
despite the fact that everyday I grow more fragile, more brittle, I have
come to posses a hope that is rare A hope that will conquer, if I believe
if I dare.
As I sit and I wait, in my cage, in my prison, For the
moment to come when justice is given, I reach out my arms, far between
the bars, And I keep them there beneath wind rain and stars, Because I
sense that one day they will look at me and say, "What ever were we
thinking, treating them this way?"
And then they will realise, as
they talk more between them, That I do not beg for food, I only beg for
And slowly but surely the process begins Were they right
all their wrongs and abandon their sins, And liberate my chain, return me
to home, To be content and reunited and never again alone.
until that day comes, I shall wait in my tomb Just remember next time
that you pass me... I do not want food as so many assume, My freedom
is all that I'm asking....