With swollen fingers,

Young people tremor against the fences of steel. 

To grasp so lovingly to something not needed,

They have forgotten to remember what they have.

On the other side of these cold fences are petty things they so often see.

But glances make them understand that what they have been given,

Is not so bad.

So many distracting barriers are no longer important as they once were. 

Because they now realize they have all they need on their side of the fence,

And that what they have seen out of reach for so long,

Is not something they need to have to live. 

Forget the fence,

And dream your dream with the things, the people, the love, the God...

That you have with you.