A window with a barricade is a window nonetheless,
Captured and captivated as holding my breath,
A prison cell holds no harmony in the eye of deceit,
They rarely see they’re standing in their own defeat,
Isn’t it neat?
Millions of people convinced they’re free,
Captivity holds nothing if not willing eulogies,
Night will rise to meet again and fall,
You will think you will see it beautiful and tall,
But seeing and looking are two different things,
All of which captivity brings,
To settle us into fateful death,
Willingly walking with shortness of breath,
The end is near oh fateful day,
Captivity held me until I faded away