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Apr 2011
with my back to the bench
sew my eyes to sky, its calm and its clean.
It reflects everything that I'm trying to be.
but I still can see the tops of the walls
that make a prisoner out me.
and I feel like a bird stuck in a cage
that's forced to witness nothing but the bars
so I sing and I sing hoping to be freed
But I'm afraid someones lost the keys
Chad A Dolezal
Written by
Chad A Dolezal  Omaha, NE
(Omaha, NE)   
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