My Escape

They put me in a room as small as a woman's woumb
Croncrete and steel is all that I see and feel
To cope with thoughts of you is how I set myself free
Free as a word whispered into the wind
Free as the sound of a bird whistleing at summers end
This kind of free as sweet as it may sound
Is all in my head as they lock me back down
I take a look out the window only to see more of the croncrete
That is surrounded around me
But this dosn't bother me
'Cause the meet thought of you is what gets me through
I close my eyes and in my head you're all that I see
Loving you is what sets me free
To My Wife.

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