Like a seed I was sown
In the earth deep and dark
Helpless and hopeless
Like a prisoner in a dungeon
At the mercy of the guard
Keep me or discard me
My fate uncertain
Till the day of harvest
All alone in the midst of co-prisoners
Sentenced to life inprisonment
Observing their state
A drop of hope
Filtered into my ribs
Fed through a tiny hose
My only source of strenght
Sleeps in darkness
Rises in darkness
Counting my pulses
Hoping one day to see my kind
Like the plumule
I had only one target-the exterior
Waiting inpatiently for the set time...
Suddenly I heard a sound, "pum"
The prison gate thrown wide open
Helpless still
From the other side I heard
A deep voice calling
"At the count of three push"
"1-2-3 puuuuuush"
Whoever did the pushing I knew not
All I knew was that I was out at last
Though in the hands of the commander
But that bothered me no bit
After all for the first time
My innocent eyes saw the light
I am sure they wondered why I wept
Tears of joy offcourse
If only they knew what I had gone through
These uncertain weeks
In my gentle heart I whispered
"FREE AT LAST"