Gazing out the window/a million miles of nothing/flatlands where birds don’t sing
Freedom dreams of freedom without walls or, chains again
In her minds eye/under a purple Montana sky/ she’s breaking wild horses with her cowgirl hat up high/smiling at a cheering crowd/her Papa stands nearby so proud/but her daydream is broken when her leg chains hit the ground
Oh, freedom wants to live her life again
with love, and joy, and friends/Freedom dreams of freedom more than any single thing
Gazing out the window/a million miles of nothing/flatlands where birds don’t sing/and, sliding down the wall, the guards don’t hear her body fall/and, the last thing that she remembers is the birds don’t sing at all.
Write to me if you’d like. I can be reached at
Miller A – Room 11
Currently working on a novel to adapt to a feature film.
All the best, Kristine aka, “Malibu”