She'd climb out herself,
If she could just reach the railing.
Girl before window,
The same one each day.
She sees they are out there,
She'd like to go play.
She knows if she leaves here,
Her life will be lost.
So here she remains,
And her kin wear the cost.
She's not seeking pity,
Though it may seem the shoe fits.
Stuck within these four walls,
She can still reach Steemit.