I looked out the barred window everyday.
I see a woman gently carressing her baby. Can I be that baby?
I look to the right.
I see a young couple.
Her head tilted on his shoulder.
Can I be that woman?
I look far ahead.
I see a girl skating over the frozen lake,
her hair flowing like the lake in summer.
I imagine her mother calling behind her,
"Lilly, time to go!"
Can I be Lilly?

Oh! how I long for a ray of sunshine,
or a trickle of rain down my cheek.
I feel myself being carried away with the snowflakes.
I feel free.

The lock turns and the cell door slams open.
I jump back.
I feel my soul still clinging to those bars,
my eyes still picturing the frosty meadow.
The jailor pulls my rusty chains and ensures they are firm.
I look into his eyes, longing to see a sliver of pity.
He turns towards the window and seals it shut.

His face turns sedate and he hurries to his headman's call.
The cell door closes like a roar of thunder
I look at my bounded hands,
Peter's ring still on my bloodied finger.
I picture myself in his protective arms,
I never want to let him go.

My eyes quickly turn towards the window.
I see my soul on the other side.
I am now free.