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Freedom in a Window

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I can see the light shinning in,
it's there I know it is.
It's shining through that little window,
up there, with the little bird.

I can see it,
but I can't reach it.
For I am too weak,
and unable to stand on two feet.

If only there was someone there.
No one shows, no ever does.
Why does it matter?
If I live, or die.

If I scream, and cry,
if I'm happy, or sad.
No one is there, 
no one helps.

Because they are blind to see,
that I am only human.
So I am stuck looking at the window,
waiting to be free.
I'm not sure what I just wrote. I write to write, sure it has a deeper meaning that I probably didn't mean to write...... 
More of my poetry here
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