• I've been told to spread my wings and fly,
    But my wings won't fit into a tiny room like this.
    I'm stuck in the middle of the darkness,
    Desperate, eager, longing to get out.
    Oh, the people I'd see,
    The exciting things in front of my eyes,
    If I were able to escape.
    Why did it have to be me?
    To suffer, to be consoled into a place filled with nothing.
    I cannot get out, for therefore, I am
    Trapped.