You spread your wings too far apart and flew too close to the sun.
You looked for other ways to live life and saw none.
You lie awake restless and wondering when you'll see this place again.
You want desperately for someone to open your cage so that you may flee, to spread your wings again and to be free. Fear not , your day is coming soon.
Take heart to all the lessons you learned in your cage so that when your freedom comes you may bloom.
For freedom is but a state of mind. A cage is just a room.
I dedicate this poem To My father, and all other prisoners and parolees in the U.S penal system.
The worst part is already over brotha's and sista's.
Keep ya head up. All you have to do now is live righteously and you can't fail.
copy right 3/12/12 HLH