I looked out the window watching people pass by,
I hear lots of them greeting each other with a simple hi,
I wish i could be out to rome the streets,
Walking by watching people dance to the beats,
The smell of fresh bread at the bakery door,
As i touch the hard wood that's on the floor,
I'm feeling trapped in this room,
A witch rides my back with her broom,
A rain drops from the ceiling just like a tear,
Me feeling trapped is now far from here.
