He
walks around in circles
Looking
through the metal bars
Watching
the sun dancing in the trees
And
the breeze blow so softly before him
But
he will never feel the warm sun
Or
smell the sweet scent of a breeze
Wondering
how it would feel to take a step
But
he will never know how it feels
And
they never want him free
So,
it will never change
Until
God comes down and frees him
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