Someone Else’s Work

I will grow tomatoes, when you’ve set me free.
I will live at home in peace, where all will let me be.

 I will wake up cheerful, in the morning to the sun.
 I will feel at peace a last, once my freedom has won.

All I want is to feel safe –relaxed, calm and free.
I have been good, to fellow men, well, why aren’t they good to me?

 I try to keep my head up high, imagining the day.

When I will be allowed to fly, when I will go away,
And wrap myself in someone’s arms, who knows me as I am.

 I try to think about that day, as hard as try I can…
 I will wake up smiling, in the morning sun.

I will kiss the one I truly love, once this battle’s done…
 I will grow tomatoes in my garden in the grass,
And tie my hair behind my head,
and when this storm has passed,

I will sit up late at night, with cats and cups of tea,
 I will live no more in fright, once I have been set free.
I only want this misery, and fear and pain to end.

 I only want a life at peace, surrounded by my friends.
 But that will be another day,
 today I must remain With in the madness of this place,
in fear, hope and pain.


But always, I hold up my head,
imagining the day When I will be allowed to go,

when I will fly away…
Not now. It isn’t over yet, I must sit out my time,
As I have done, for all these years, for someone else’s work.