ALMOST FREE

ALMOST FREE

Almost free
His physique so fatigue
Free to watch,
The things that they do with him
Taken where they want

Him to watch
Not a word to bid,
His physique so tranquil
As quiet, as dead
Over his dead body

He will watch them
Say nothing
Do not a thing
If they be wrong
He will be there, to stare

See them wail
Not his wish
To make them cry,
His will be not
To make them wail

When he just did so,
Ask not a query
He knows why
They have to wail
If he could,

He would surprise them
Not his choice, to do
They know very well
That it was not his intention
Meant not
She interfered

When he could not direct it
Who would accept?
Who then will not cry?
He sees it all
Thou cannot stand tall.