Imprisonment of my sentiments and psyche are as real in my soul as the steel bars that isolate the birds that flutter against their own confinement Rather than choose to explore the darkness inside I choose to look outwardly for release Gathering all my strength I recognize that it will take more Inwardly, I'm afraid of what is hidden Outwardly, it's not nearly enough I must search upwardly to a superior authority Remembering my childhood I get down on my knees and pray in solitude I pray for a pardon for deeds left undone I pray for misdeeds I may have effected I pray for the birds to fly free once again…