I looked out through the bars
Of my prison, my cradle
Longing for the world so far away
I look back on those scars
Wishing for the days that are now dismal
Longing for that day
The loss of the innocent Child killed me
My soul rots at the end of all hope
Knowing he'll never return
My burden is too much to carry
Nothing to comfort, none to help me cope
I can only wish to unlearn
May I become what I once was
To the home without care, the Escapist's Child
