In a Cage

 

Put me in a cage

Let me run in my head

Tell me to wear this 

No wear that instead

Do you ever get tired of bashing me around?

I am not your personal clown

I go about with my own wits and my own life

Your verbal knife won't cut through my thick skin

Your eyes won't shoot through my night sky visions

My legs will let me run 

Run in my head

You can't control the power I have

Because my heart beats knowing

That fresh skin will cover me and illuminate my black cage

It will burn the bars you've erected upon me 

My light will burn through your skull

The sun will be my friend 

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