I am a bird entrapped in its dark cage

waiting for a man who is my age

if I could change one thing it wild be

The outlook on my future and destiny

rather joyful on those sunny mornings

i stay hidden tormented by my own drawings

isnt my future bright

why can't I run free through the night

i metamorphically transform into a butterfly

had it always been this easy to let go and fly

now I see that if I just live free

i will become the person I was destined to be