From the window of the caged cell the forlorn eyes look up.
Through the bar it sees the wings that soar
the expanse of the blue skies.
The flutter of wind it can feel in its bones
though the feet are firmly planted on the grounds.
Through the shrouds of grey it sees high hopes
of days of smiles and laughter abound.
A fear of uncertainty clouds its vision
as the grim reality strikes.
Green are fields beyond the walls
which had once touched the feet,
yet now within these dark cold walls
barren have turned the earth beneath.
