I have high dreams
of liberty
They say I ask for too much,
but all I ask for is life
A hand under my pants, if I feel like
If not, I'll watch the lights shine
A sun smiling at me, a moon lulling me to sleep
A poster with Amy and Courtney
Telling me: "you are strong! You can do this!"
This is merely a dream, but I will do anything
This is possible. This could be.
The doors open, like a wound on the flesh
It hurts but it could hold the key to this
I will do anything for this
I haven't spoke ever so candidly, I never did.