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I look through these bars and see a bird
Flying happy and free... It's absurd
From my cell I hear the bird sing
the church bells ring.

I can hear the people in the streets below
They live ther lives in this endless flow
To be a prisoner... they don't know

I wake up each day
wishing I'd passed away
Wishing I died in my sleep
Though for me no person would Weep
but the spider that creeps
and the mouse that peeps.

They would know I was gone

So I sit hearing the bird sing to me
Making me wish I was free