Like an ant drowning in a drop of rain,
Freedom closer than I know.
Lost and gasping for something so near,
Yet farther than I can go.
Through the lens of my prison,
Magnified for me to see.
All the things that I yearned for
But will never be.
Soon the struggle will be over.
Waving, swimming soon will cease.
Soon the drops will run together
And my soul will find release.
