Compressed in my mind,

Lie words yet explored.

Looking for a time

When they won't be ignored.

Each day they prod me-

Take your paper and pen.

Free us from your olden den

That we may be free again.

What can I do but agree

To place them for all to see.

Let them have their wings

And flutter away from me.

Now there are others

Who have taken their place.

They ask for justice to be free.

One day I will give them their space.