I rejoiced when i discovered the blue sky,
for its little joys were serene and sedate.
The songbird sang, the bluebells swayed, and enraptured me;
I drank each moment with my breath abate.  

A different shade, though not so clear,
plundered me off my bliss!
A hue so dark, it gave me gloom
by its sinister kiss.

Such thoughts of melancholy and despair,
cloud every blue sky.
The bird’s song is hushed; no conquests to live by.

The only thought that haunts my reverie,
is the loss of a safer haven.
For people like us,
there is no open sky,
no open sea,
hence freedom hangs like heaven.