I like here in this gilded cage
On a bed made of feathers
But no comfort is made
This bed might as well be metal or stone
No matter how luxurious this cage is
I am still trapped

Food made for the feast every night
Exotic and scrumptious
At least that's what I've heard
Because it tastes like rocks and sand to me
I swallow the lumps down one by one
No matter how good the food is,
I am still trapped

Entertainment of the finest kind
Laughter and joy all around
But the performers might as well be dancing skeletons
I watch the bones shake to the audiences laughter
The most I can fake is a small smile
No matter how good they perform
I am still trapped

But I envy these performers and these guests at this feast
They can leave whenever they want
They think I live in a dream house,
Free to do whatever I please
In reality I am the performer here
Forced to abide by the rules of Her
She keeps me trapped here

So no matter how nice the gowns are,
How big the castle is,
How amazing my life looks,
The truth is I am trapped

I'd rather live in a smelly corner
Surrounded by dirt and swine
Then live here another second

Because at least then I won't be trapped
So as I fall asleep that night
I dream of the word
That keeps me going from day to day,
The one word She can never take away
As the darkness starts to pull me under for those
Blissful hours, I find myself whispering my hope
Freedom