• I look up
    The one window
    The light shines through

    My goal
    To reach this window
    And look through

    Just to see
    The world below me
    Maybe I could live

    I die in here
    This place is lonely
    And I am so afraid

    Afraid to stay
    But afraid to leave
    My new found fears do grow

    Afraid of dying
    But more so of the world
    Outside, my precious window

    Prison
    Is better
    At least they can see

    The sunlight
    And stand in the breeze
    But I am here

    I wait
    for the moment
    When again I will become free