My wings once were clipped
My skin once was ripped
Presently on my chest
Only the scars are left.
The lock has been broken
The door has been opened
The chains have decayed
The rope has been frayed.
You’d think I’d fly free
But I can't - you see,
My heart is long aged
So instead I stay caged.
Jun 17, 2015
Jun 17, 2015 at 5:14 PM UTC
My wings once were clipped
My skin once was ripped
Presently on my chest
Only the scars are left.
The lock has been broken
The door has been opened
The chains have decayed
The rope has been frayed.
You’d think I’d fly free
But I can't - you see,
My heart is long aged
So instead I stay caged.
