The Prisoner

As I si in my prison cell
All murky and dark
I am an eagle in irons
Born free as a lark.

I remeber the scent of the flowers
The fledglings cries
The stream that flowed
The whippoorwill's sighs.

How can I orget them
Hard as i may try
I was born free
Under a free blue sky.

My captors clipped my wings
So that I could not fly away
Why did I ever come in here
I still rue the day.

My jailor to the prison door
Comes jangling his key
And I think of the world outside
Where alas! I cannot be.

I know I must be patient
And quietly sit and wait
For the day when my captors
Finally decide my Fate.