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.