I can see the trees
But don't see many bees
For they are unlike me they are free
I can see the mills
But can't walk in the hills
For I am held here by legal decree
I can see the towers
But can't smell any flowers
To nature I am an absentee
I can see the grass
But only through the glass
And long to wander on it endlessly
I can see the sky
With the clouds floating by
And how I stare at them so enviously
I see the birds up in the blue
And know they haven't got a clue
That to come and go for them is so easy
To see them fly so high
Just makes me start to sigh
And whisper words that are profanity
I'm a wild man of the fields
Forced to rob and forced to steal
Because I have to feed a family
I never hurt no-one
Nor ever used a gun
And this place is not designed for one like me
I can see the fence
But can't sit on a bench
With my little ones sat upon my knee
I can see barbwire
But can't sit round an outside fire
For I am held here as a detainee
I can see an airplane
And it's burning out my brain
'Cos if I wasn't in this place that could be me
I can see the judge
And I still hold a grudge
As he said the years I serve must number three
I can see the screws
From my cell upon the two's
And don't appreciate the hospitality
It's not a fine hotel
Infact I'd call it living hell
As an unwilling guest of her majesty
Since I entered my plea
I've been treated like a flea
By an egomaniacal turnkey
Who hasn't got a life
And couldn't keep his wife
And takes all his frustrations out on me
'Cos I can earn the money
To pay for all the honey
And I'm the man he really wants to be
Tomorrow's a new page
For a bird held in a cage
This Gypsy man held in captivity
(c) varey 2013
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