Locked!

April 6, 2007

The room is square and the bars are straight;

The bed is hard, and the hour is late.

I can get up when I like, but the gate won't move,

I can walk where I like, only here in this room.

I'm hemmed in where freedom cannot go.

A place and a feeling I don't usually know.

 

Locked.

 

The last time I saw the clock it was three,

But the sun doesn't shine where I can see,

And the clock is on the wall in another room.

And the hours move on in a timeless gloom.

I'd like to run in a field and yell out loud,

But I can't see a field, the sun or a cloud.

 

Locked.

 

I gave up my watch, my ring and my keys,

They took my shoes, my wallet and my ID's.

I rolled my fingers on the paper with black ink,

They photographed my face, and my right side I think.

I want to call and to talk with a friend,

The freedom to do this has come to an end.

 

Locked.

Not since I was a child did I have so little say,

Over whether I could go over there or that way.

When its time to move somewhere they call me near,

Though my schedule and calendar have no purpose here.

Will I again feel what its like to fly with the feather,

And to freely soar under the sunshine and weather?

 

Locked.

I'm moved to a place with my hands tightly bound,

I can hardly make a comment, nor even hear a sound.

The scenes never change, and the light stays the same,

I can barely remember the first moment that I came.

Can I take a step in the grass? or breathe in the air?

Can I sit all my day near the river without care?

 

Locked.

No newspaper to read, no books to enjoy,

Silence steals my attention, quiets my soul

Father, I thank You for being here with me,

At this moment when hope is hard to see;

I thank You for Your love which knows no bound,

Past every guard, bar and keyed lock its found.

 

Freed!