By these chains, I am bound.
My mind is shackled and caged.
My heart, trying no to make a sound.
Hoping I won't make them enraged.

My chords' cut,
My voice trapped.
Opinions kept,
Thoughts locked up

When will they let me out?
When will they unchain me?
When will they listen?
Forget it; they never will.

The cage door was left unclosed
Could I do it? Will I do it?
Look right and left.
Look all around

No one watched as I took a step out
Are these feelings real?
Is this true bliss?
I jump around and scream out loud

I'm gonna let me loose
Now that I am free
Wait till you see
everything that I can be

I'm breaking out of these chains
and spreading my wings
I'm gonna fly away
You can't get me to stay

I wonder about the snowflakes,
about how they're all just tiny specks.
Falling with no predetermined direction
yet, eventually, they land firmly on the ground.

They are all the same tiny specks
but not to those who look closely.
Apparently each speck only acts like a dot
trying to hide from its reality.

If we magnify our vision
we see each flake differently.
Each with its own unique and intricate pattern.
None alike and yet, each with its own brilliance.

Turn the page...
There's a young boy
that I'd soon meet.
A lad with eyes and a smile
beyond the confines of the street.

Turn the page...
Oh the joys of childhood!
We got along well.
We were neighbors, yes.
But for both of us, we were friends.

Turn the page...
Allow me to tell him,
tell him what I really think.
That being 'cool' doesn't require
being a **** to other kids.

Turn the page...
I see myself in his arms.
A night of eternal treasure.
He was mine and I was his,
Our love was real, our love was pure.

Turn the page...
A tearful goodbye.
A promise made.
We'll survive the distance.
Have faith that 'us' will stay alive.

Turn the page...
A broken heart.
Who were we kidding?
We had to let go
'Us' is now gone.

Turn the page...
We meet again.
Each with a new story to share.
I hear about his life,
My heart begins to stir.

Turn the page...
We took the chance once more.
Again I felt him beside me.
I know I'll savor this feeling
of comfort, love, sublimity.

Turn the page...
He's filled with excitement.
He and I, a family.
I knew then and there
I was truly happy.

Turn the page...
The munchkins have grown,
but we so much older.
The life we've lived together
our love so much fonder.

Turn the page...
I promised not to cry
but I'd rather he left like he did.
For I'd rather bear his absence
than have him feel this pain.

Turn the page...
But there aren't any left.
Nothing real to look back on
Not even time can bring back
Something that never was.

I was always his but I knew that he never was mine.