Matter of Time
The cage is open
But not to free me.
To free me from the bonds
That once held my cellmate
Whom I expect now runs
Far away from the hate
I wonder when I'll get my chance
To exercise my civil rights
For now I'll exercise my hands
and continue to struggle, strive, fight
I learned from that cell mate of mine
that winning freedom is only a matter of time.
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