Did the sun come out today?
Do its rays make the colors bright?
Have the children gone out to play?
Out of thought the black of night.
To be at play, to feel so free
To soar high as birds on freedom's wings
Alas it seems no more for me.
My wings are clipped, now useless things.
Does the sun feel warm upon your face?
Its heat make your heart glad?
Has winter gone spring truly in its place?
Then new hope is here to free the sad,
But no such hope has yet touched me.
My prison still seems locked.
I await the touch to set me free,
Have my place no longer mocked.
Is the moon out tonight?
Does its bright face shine in the dark?
Do the shadows take flight?
Those in the dark in need of a spark
Any speck to warm their weary heart.
I long for just a glimpse of it
To show the footholds so I can start
To find my way out of this pit.
Do you feel the weight I carry?
Do you know the source of all my pain?
Can I believe hope won't long tarry?
The answer cleanse my spreading stain.
The sun's warmth I will again feel,
Nature's palette I will once more see!
An end will come for my ordeal
My heart and flesh be once more free.
