If I, if me,
was ever let to leave?
If me, if I,
were ever let to fly?
If I, if me,
was ever allowed to see?
If me, if I,
were ever allowed to die?
and if I ever held my breath,
would I simply suffocate?
and would my soul float above,
to rest apon the pearly gates?
or would it just fall below,
would it burn and rot in Hell?
and would it pain my heart thi smuch,
would I ever know kind touch?
oh, how I wish for kind touch,
to be free and unshackled from this cage.
and run into the woods,
to live along with birch and sage.
to not be broken,
to not be held,
to be free of this chained hell.
so let me live! so let me breathe! s
let my broken be free.
