Through the window of my heart,
I can see it.
If only I were to step outside,
Beyond the door that’s locked before me,
Keeping me from moving any further.

There’s liberty there,
I see it now, but I cannot touch.
Cannot taste of it savory flavor,
Cannot think of it beyond where it lie,
Beyond the door.

Trapped inside, my soul seems beyond repair.
For how can it possibly be rebuilt?
Only to step outside…
To taste of the fullness,
To be happy, if only once more.