I Shall Sing

Gazed out my window at the people walking in the streets below. I knew they had something I didn't I envied them so. 1

Freedom. The only thing I wanted and the only thing I'd never have. 2

Certainly I had what girls had always dreamed of. I nice house, beautiful clothes, trinkets and baubles of all sorts, books, and anything else that could be imagined. I was pampered, no doubt, but I longed for that which I had never known: freedom.3

I gazed at the streets daily watching others flit by happily. Couples in love, or children playing together. But locked in my tower I knew I'd never have a chance to know what that feeling was like. 4

From birth my parents kept me here. They told me it was to shade me from the evils of the world. But who is to protect me from them? 5

My mother was quiet and rather easy to overrule. My father governed his small kingdom with a iron fist, which he would bring down upon anyone who dare oject to what he said. That's how my mother died. No one suspected the real way she died. They assumed like many ladies these days she was frail and sickly. 6

But she wasn't. She was strong. She endure so much before she died. 7

Now my father kept me locked away, in my room. My only companion, a nightingale, who like me was locked away. But it serenaded me through it's sorrow, and we sung a sad duet in attempt to free our hearts and our souls, where in reality we knew we couldn't be free. 8

I wonder how I could possibly survived once the bird is gone. After all, it was my only companion. It taught me so much.9

And I stare out the windows these days and sing a song, wishing so terribly that I was free. Because the only thing that matters is freedom, and perhaps what you make of it.10

But someday my father will die. Someday I'll get my chance. Someday I'll escape, and have my chance at freedom. But while I'm still unable to fly, I shall sing.