brighter, mightier and full of will,
but what's my pain's mightier than the brain,
I ask, "Will my prince come for me?"
Liberation is for the weak,
the songs of past and derailment of the heart,
because in my cage,
there's space, air and I in between.
with dreams of age.
In my cage,
I'll find me,
and in the end,
I'll be free.
I am held by a past,
screaming for the love of pain,
and the pleasure of the bleeding,
Be still my soul, there shall become a better day.