Prisoners...

Who were once free
Who speak when no one can hear
Who are as fragile as flowers
Who find hope each day
Who believe nothing is impossible
Who attempt to fly only to fall
Who face their fears even when terrified
Who sing for their captors
Who have courage to stay alive
Who have instincts to give them a hand
Who wish for freedom even if they’ve never had a taste
Who are heroes from stories
Who dance to each others songs
Who dream of reaching the stars
Who remember traveling everywhere
Who believe nothing is impossible
Who never give up
Who will never truly be free

Why don’t they wither and die?

Why don’t they cry?
Because they are to strong to even try