my cell
Cold
My breath can be seen
A gaurd stand by
Peering through the tiny window
He knows I haven't escaped
What a dangerous word
NO?
Escape
My Fate
This cold hell
Wait I see a little crack in the wall
Crack, Crunch, Crumple
The wall falling down
Broken how my wings are
Yet I still fly
Through the air
The Clouds
The wind
Away to heaven my new home
No longer
Am I
Chained in
My lonely cell
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