Dreaming of freedom
Raindrops drum on the rooftop
Can’t go outdoors but we can go to the rooftop
Its twilight, eyes closing like doors in this hell
Our sympathies know no way to travel beyond this cell
The world scarred, scared and scattered
Fingers crossed, in anticipation for a cure
A remedy to the end of this pandemic
Then we can leave these cages
To soak in the sun
Until then, kindly let’s stay home.
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