Imprisoned

Oh, cruel destiny,
Is this what you had in mind,
Is this where my trail ends.
I think back on what went wrong,
Have i not done noble deeds
And been an honourable man.

Behind these prisonbars i hear
The distant cries of a falcon
Riding the eternal winds.
I long so to just breath fresh air
And to take a walk in the wild.
Will i ever look upon the sun again.

Chained to hunger and loneliness
Inside this filthy dungeons.
I will see my son nomore,
I wish not to be looked upon
Since i am not the man i was before.

God of wisdom.
God of knowledge.
I now pray to you;
Save my soul.