more singing

At work,

Crunching numbers and data and such,

I begin to lose the song,
But walking in I was singing,
For I have been a caged animal,
Pacing back and forth in a cage,
I did not see,
And had been in so long,
I did not notice.
For the ghost of my past have come and opened the cage.
I stood still for a moment,
Not knowing what to do.
Then I bounded out
Free.
Those ghost were not there to haunt me,
Nor cause me harm.
They did not chide me for past wrongs,
Only came to free me,
Thank God.
Now I sing again
And my soul takes flight,
Laughing and crying with delight.