I smell a rose in the melody
of freedom and hope.
Cell Time
As I sit in my cell, I wonder.
I wonder about my future,
about what God will bring me.
As I sit in my cell, time goes by.
When I think about the melody of love
and what God brings me,
it feels like a butterfly
flying with freedom.
I smell a rose in the melody
of freedom and hope.
As I sit in my cell,
everything smells like
the rose of freedom.
Freedom moves in and out
of the melody of love.
I always wonder
about the melody of love,
as the butterfly flies
in the air of hope,
freedom, love, and understanding.
I pray for our freedom
with hope, with love,
with the rose and melody
that God gives.
I haven’t written to you in a while.
Your friend,
Lee Roy
