I’m so confused, and lost and down.
It’s like my feet are stuck to the ground.
I want to jump and fly and run,
but it’s always dark, there is no sun.
And if I could, I’d go so high,
I would care less; not even wonder why.
Why am I held so tightly to the dirt?
I feel so scared so alone so hurt.
I often wonder how it would be,
to move with the wind, above the trees.
But until that day I’m forced to wait,
in an empty room, with a locked gate.