Tears of spring roll down
Dry creeks filled
With **** grown out of pain
From this departure, premature
In silence held
The sorrow bottled
Freedom distant, not at hand
These gray bars
Projected not real
Imprison the heart with this hurt
Tomorrow will rise
Dark clouds shall move on
The creek will dry out
And healing begin
To continue in life
The pain from this moment, can return some day
And so shall the sun
and so shall my joy
for human is my name