You are the bird in the cage,
Your tune is so thoughtfully sung,
It's wrong that a girl your age,
Should live by her mother's tongue,

You are the slave in the chain,
A chain which is woven with lies,
Her voice wields the power of shame,
And tangles the thoughts in your mind,

You are the girl in the keep,
Looking out, longing for life,
The path from your tower is steep,
The doorway is saddled with strife,

Would ever a prisoner see,
If prison were made to be kind,
That still she is living unfree,
Closed in when the world is outside.