Fly away, dragon child,
Away from their lies,
Away from their 'good intentions'
To keep you from the skies.

Escape while you still can,
While you're young and fresh and free.
Don't dally too long or
You'll end up just like me

My wings are clipped by cruel ideals,
Broken by twisted thoughts,
By 'reprentatives of the people'
In their high and mighty forts.

So quickly now, my little one,
Soar on wings of hope.
Something that was scrubbed away from me
Like dirt is scrubbed with soap