White wall, glass window, white wall.
She stares blankly into the blue of the sky,
Though she is trapped her freedom calls.
Her eyes turn green for the birds who fly.

But the outside world is chaotic and cold.
So she sits motionless within the wall.
She will be here while she grows old.
Her mind is corrupt, thus forcing her to stall.

Her freedom will never come.
She will never hear the chipper bird call.
Sitting in solitude till her day is done.
Trapped with fear, held within the bright white wall.