I scream a silent scream but a whimper escapes
I ride the winds in this windless place
My spirit is cramped in this mortal shell
As I bend and twist in this earthly hell

Trapped in a world with freedom of choice
But work ever day and have no choice
'Fit into the mould and don't argue.'
'We've made it this way, it's what's best for you!'

But the years go by and a restless soul stirs
No longer able to hold back the purge
A cathartic release, an eminent end
As heart felt screams and wild winds blend