Stuck in the same four walls.
Blocked by these many bars.
Wrapped tight in a jacket that ties.
A dead hopeless look in my eyes.
Waiting in the silence except for,
The patients that shreak beyond the door.
They say that I lost my mind.
The sanity that I couldn't find.
But there's still that one who,
The believes I can heal and change, too.
The one who hopes to help me free.
Who doesn't think of me as a freak.
She comes to my cell at lunch each day.
To see that I'm not yet wasted away.
One day she came late, opened the door.
And asked what the hell I was even here for.
Through the dim light I stared at her.
I said "What I have, there is no cure."
She waited quietly for the story to start.
"It happened the day my wings tore apart."
"I fell from heaven, hit the ground."
"In the pouring rain, I was found."
"Bleading back, where wings had been."
"I can never get back home again."
"Many were told, but none believed."
"Now I'm stuck here, never to leave."
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