I feel free but it's all an illusion
Because I'm stuck in this prison
And the walls are too far apart
For me to see them in the dark.

I am free to roam
In this place that is unknown,
But even here I feel so alone.

I have everything I need,
All the air I can breath,
All the food I can eat,
All the water I can drink,
But I still feel empty inside.

I need to find my way out,
But I'm so full of doubt.

And as I walk about this place
I find a piece of paper in a case.
And it says "There is only one way
out, and it's if you find someone that will one day set, not only you free,
but will let you heart soar high.
Till then you will be stuck in this
Prison of what you call depression."

Now I walk endlessly looking for
The one who will open that door.