Plenty Of Rope

Here I am,

in the garden of bricks,

missing her.

Trying to search her,

here and there,

I couldn't find her.

She was a mirage,

but was beautiful.

She was nowhere,

almost invisible.

Still in my heart,

she was there.

I tried to find her in the smoke of marijuana,

in the barrel of wine,

but she was nowhere

and I knew,

she couldn't be mine.

My hope is always high,

My love for her will never die.

I WILL search for her,

in green meadows and the light blue sky.

She was a tree,

how cool was her shade?

She was like a rose,

her smell never fade.

She was the one whom I chose,

She was my

"A tree of rose"

I am trapped,

in these four walls,

waiting for a miracle.

But my fate is decided,

I don't know what to do

Tell me 

O freedom

How can I get you?