I am a butterfly that got its wings clipped long ago;
It can no longer fly high.

Freedom is now just a dream,
So keep on dancing on your hopes.

Ink is writing upon my body,
Repeating my wishes of the free I want to live,
The place I wish to be in and have true freedom.

Trying to spread these clipped wings,
Hoping that I can fly away one day,
And finally be free.

Magnificent freedom where could you be?
I am all alone in this dark hole of a cage,
Never to be able to fully breath and speak about these dreams.

Magnificent freedom oh where could you be?
Don't you see I am desiring for you to set me free.