Shackles Bound To Her Feet
The Prison Suffocating Her Breath
All She Yearned For, Was Flight
For Her Soul To Soar In The Sky And Beneath
People Around Didn't Seem To Care
The Void Inside Filled Her With Despair
In The Eyes Of Her Kin, She Was A Means Of Profit
Never Did They Know Their Actions Make Her Feel Unfit
Her Soul Was Set On Fire
The Ashes Sung Her Plight In Despair
Love And Acceptance Was What She Yearned For
Her Pains Couldn't Get Any More
Like A Wounded Lion, Like A Clipped Bird
She Felt Like A Sheep, Lost From Its Herd
When The Day Came To Bid Good Bye
She Spread Her Wings And Started To Fly
