My Prison Walls

It has high walls,
It has brass knobs,
It has silver platters,
It is a castle,

The people look at it from afar,
Never wondering what goes on inside,
Ignorant of the princess, who never sleeps,
Always looking for a way out,

She has everything anyone would ever want,
Hundreds of dresses,
And two loving parents,
Who don’t want to set her free,

She has tried everything,
Heading the gypsy’s word,
That when she escapes her cage,
She will soar