The Restrictive Chains of Freedom
Oh, who knew
That there is life
On the outside
Of that women’s heartbeat
These grasses appear so much greener
Merely saturated with hue
But the rain has cloaked each blade
In sorrow and reflection
The air is so much thicker
Although ironically richer
Each breath takes more work
But I trust the work of love be in the air
These walls are broken around me
My only comfort and salvation destroyed
New air gushes in
As I perceive the world
That I never saw
In a room with no windows
