Chained to her bed
she was shaking
Yeah, she looked dead
sliding off she hit head
didn't know that cops could be that tough
didn't know they could be that rough
the inhumanity and,
the lack of dignity
I had so much sympathy
I was trying not to stare
but I couldn't look away
because I cared
I wanted to set her free
I wanted her to
be
like a butterfly
I just wondered
"Why, Oh-Why?"
And that's when I began to cry