The world settles inside the little box she calls jail;
She is jovial, yet cannot escape,
She is tranquil, yet restless;
Would she even want to awaken?

I hear her
She calls to me, yet the voice is not hers,
Or is it?
I call out to her, yet all I hear is my own thoughts,
A harsh reality

Her crimes are what brought her here,
But what has she committed?
Her slate is clean, but her soul could not be more *****
As the dried blood stains her locks

In one final breath, I sing:
"Hear me and heed me!
I wish to save you from your jail!
Your suffering could be mine,
You only need to heed my call!"

Has she heard me?
I'll never know,
She is stuck inside her own box
Where our voices reach blank walls