For Lost Ones

I am the incarcerated bird wanting freedom The one thing my soul was taken from I am the mourners of lost loved ones Whether it was a father or a son I am the ones without a voice Given the option but not a choice I am the ones who scream in silence The ones accused but committed no violence I am the ones who have fallen from grace The ones who will vanish without a trace I am the ones who have found peace and serenity I am that incarcerated bird who will be set free