Beyond my amber eyes are the windows to my soul.
They think that they can see my soul.
I sit behind a cage
of glass and gold,
wanting to break out.
Explore the cold mountains at my back.
Roam the swirling colors of my dreams.
Wanting my bones to be hollow
so that I can fly away,
Like a bird through a shimmering veil of light
into the heavens beyond this cage.
My eyes follow you everywhere,
they search the nameless faces
behind golden cages.
I know
what you are thinking about me.
"That's her smile?"
Yes
Look into my eyes
My soul
Do you see
pain?
Am I holding in fallen tears?
I don't even want to be here.
I want to break free,
of this golden prison
like a bird from a cage.
Do you see me now?
Look into my eyes
and see that I have no soul.
A nameless face on a homeless wall,
I am the Lady Lisa.
Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 7:12 PM UTC
Beyond my amber eyes are the windows to my soul.
They think that they can see my soul.
I sit behind a cage
of glass and gold,
wanting to break out.
Explore the cold mountains at my back.
Roam the swirling colors of my dreams.
Wanting my bones to be hollow
so that I can fly away,
Like a bird through a shimmering veil of light
into the heavens beyond this cage.
My eyes follow you everywhere,
they search the nameless faces
behind golden cages.
I know
what you are thinking about me.
"That's her smile?"
Yes
Look into my eyes
My soul
Do you see
pain?
Am I holding in fallen tears?
I don't even want to be here.
I want to break free,
of this golden prison
like a bird from a cage.
Do you see me now?
Look into my eyes
and see that I have no soul.
A nameless face on a homeless wall,
I am the Lady Lisa.
