The Caged Butterfly

Under the crimson painted sky, the rain is falling again.                I can hear every drop cry,               I know they understand my pain.  The rusted bars of my cage, reflect the agonized view      of dripping shadows dress in rage, announcing the ominous truth.        The ruthles clock announce midnight;  the shadows gather at the door.             Once again they'll bleach the night;    and use my pride to clean the floor.        I start wondering as is coming up the dawn: oh my freedom, oh my faith, oh my hope; oh my love, oh my dreams, oh my dreams, where have you gone?