• My days of warmth are filled with rain
    They all begin and end the same
    No motivation wells inside
    I sit here in my seat and sigh
    When all my time was not my own
    And thoughts of freedom in me grown
    My labor seemed so hard to bear
    I drempt of time myself to care
    So now I sit with nothing pressing
    No place to go lacks acquiescing
    Freedom wanted here at last
    Mind is empty, clear as glass