Feb 17, 2009 19:36
Broken and tired, tied up and caged. I can’t get out, I can’t get out, help me I scream but no one can hear only silence no heart beating. Anger turns into sadness Sadness into hopelessness. There is no light here in this cage the mockingbird may sing but she’s running out of room to breathe, my wings, tied up and sore , no place to run, no place to soar, a stolen life, there’s nothing left here to see so I dream, I want to be out, I want to be up, I want to be free. I don’t want love, I don’t want things, not you, or him, or she, I don’t want gold or silver, no god, and no faith can entice me. nothing more than the life you took, the life you hold, please give her back to me, please, the only thing I want from you…is me.