from the bars of the cell, <br />i learned freedom from the body. <br />from the underside of the bridge, <br />i learned home has not a house. <br />from forty years of working, <br />i learned the bitterness of the slave. <br />from the political lies, <br />i learned that truth cant be bought. <br />from the books i read, <br />i learned to reason and question. <br />from the heroin needle, <br />i learned the value of life. <br />from love lost, <br />i learned how to love. <br />from doubt i learned seeking, <br />in seeking i found god to be more. <br />from the scars on my heart, <br />i learned to be a man. <br />from battles fought and lost, <br />i learned the need for peace. <br />from discrimination i learned equality, <br />from anger i learned forgiveness. <br />from the mirror i learned responsibility... <br />from the bars of the cell, <br />i learned the sound of wings!<br /><br />Eric Cockrell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-sound-of-wings/
