The prisoner sat alone in his cell,
Begging his God to end this long hell.
Oh such a waste cut down in his prime,
Just for commiting a small human crime.
He yearned to know freedom, and sunshine,
And flowers; Have someone to be with to
Fill up the hours. But there was no hope, for
His life was through, then onto the window,
A sparrow flew...
"Ah little friend, I envy you so, to be free to
Choose where your life will go."
The sparrow stared blankly, still perched on the
ledge, eyeing the felone below in the hedge.
"Ah!" said the sparrow, his voice filled with
grief. "I may as well be the thief, for though
I am good and commited no crime, we each
In our own way are all doing time..."
