Stuck in a Place

I wish I could fly. If I could grow wings. Stretched out from the flesh. My freedom it would bring. Songs of praise I would sing. Stuck in a cell. A mental hell. This is no place for me to dwell. My only light. Distorted sight. My six-by-six block. My nature wall of light. Though these walls surround me, they cannot hold my soul. God is writing freedom, and He is in control. But somewhere deep inside me, there is still a flame. Every prayer I whisper calls upon Your name.