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In my tiny, stone-walled cell
I sit alone, wrapped up in chains
Through the bars the breeze brings smells
Of forests, rivers, earth and rains

> Walking past your cell each day
> I listen to your saddened songs
> Wishing I could help some way
> Finding none, I move along

Stealing glances through the bars
At the people walking past
Cuddling my chains close, I cry..
When will I be free at last?

> Stealing glances at your face
> I want to wipe your tear-stained eyes
> I want to take you from this place
> I want to show where freedom lies           

The same faces every dawn
Why are you so cruel to me?
Smiling, you walk past each morn
Yet never pause to set me free

> I can't know why you sit here
> I cannot know of your pain
> Only you can shake your fears
> All I have is more chains             

How can I, all on my own,
Become a part of that great world?
Too confusing, and too open
Far too big to bind with words
A friend could show me what it means
And I know you'll stop one day
Come - for this is what I dreamed
When I shut myself away
One day I'll trade my chains for yours
In your cell begin to thrive
In a cell that is our world
We'll weave the chains that bind our lives.  




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