At night when nobody is around
And bitter memories hound
I think of the fresh morning
flowers.

When I wake up in the morn
And find myself forlorn
I think of the bright shining
stars.

When fierce winds blow
And I feel very low
I think of my happy 
hours.

 But when someone knocks my door
And I can think no more
I  feel myself behind the 
bars. 

So leave me alone
To THINK, laugh and moan
But don’t follow me like 
Czars.