Freedom

I stare out my bedroom window,
The trees are calling for me.
The branches whisper secret songs.
Songs of freedom.
Songs of happiness.
And I stand as still as a stone,
And as cold as one too,
Knowing deep in my heart
That I will never sing back.

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