I sit wondering if I would ever see the sunrise
or the twilight followed by a sunset.
In my room, on a damp, cold and frosty morning,
I sit wondering if I could ever see the deep blue sky
and the birds chirping high?
In my room, where a whisper would be a racket,
I sit wondering if I could run in the fields
and shout to hear my voice echo back?
In my room, with just a window and a door,
I sit wondering if I could break through, gain freedom
and be a happy man again?
In my room, where there is no one but me,
I sit wondering if this is "my room" or is it "my cell"?
I guess I lived here too long to call it my room.
In my room, filled with deep regret and pain,
I sit wondering if only I had controlled my temper to kill,
I would have been free and would have had no reason to wonder.
In my room, where I can only repent,
I sit praying God to forgive my sins and hold me close and if possible,
Give me a chance to live again.
I wrote this for "Carry on Tuesday" - In My Room.