I am bound. My desire is my cage. Gilded,
it is not, but the mask I wear is pure...

There are things I've done,
that caused hurt, and anguish...

Do you ever think back
to the days of young...

The sweat of my hands is cold.
My eyes are dry, and hurt...

I have pictures of you.
Here, and there, and everywhere...

I feel the ice beneath my feet,
all cold, and solid, and biting...

The hands move across
the face of the clock...

I dialed your phone,
the other day...

All is quiet, in the night
of this room...

The wings are broken, and useless.
Your so familiar freedom is gone...forever...

I remember yesterday. With you.
It was a good day, because you smiled for me...

She flys so low.
She's almost part of the earth...