As I stood in my damp, dark cell

There came a bird, free as could be.

It stood there, atop the windowsill

And it seemed to be looking at me.

I gazed at the bird with a lonesome sigh,

Wondering, wondering if I,

Could change into a bird and fly

Far away from this prison. Oh why!

Alas! Still human I remained

I on the ground

And that bird in the window frame.

I knew, I would always be the same.

And the world seemed to sink beneath my feet

I groveled on the ground

In anguish I groaned

Then all fell silent -- I was home

I wafted off, to that beautiful place

Where the sun shines warmly,

No frown on its face

I knew, that finally I would see grace.

-Blaise Kohler