With these lead chains that hold me down
Pinning my wings to the ground,
How can I ever even imagine I would fly
Or even ever touch the sky…

The entire world is my cage
Full of suffering, misery and rage
Yet everyone tells me it could be worse,
Something I protest with every verse.

For what use are my wings, what use am I
If I could not dream to fly?
To be free and touch the stars,
Even from behind these iron bars.

I know I could break out and run away,
But my chances dwindle with every day.
For I am bound to people and things
Yet my soul still can sing

It sings for hope and for light
Giving me the strength to fight.
Every moment I grow stronger,
And I know the night is not much longer…