What wrong have I done unto thee?
That you put me in so much misery.
What wrong have I done unto thee
That you make drain me so much 'til I'm empty.
I do not understand, I cannot understand
why on my two feet you won't let me stand
Where is my heart? Where is my soul?
Where is the place that I long to call home?
I cry each day, each night, each morrow.
Still there's no end to all the sorrow.
What have I done unto thee?
Why won't you let me feel free?
Free from all the chains that binds me to thy name?
Free from all the assumptions that I'll only bring you shame?
I cannot and do not simply understand,
Why on earth I'm I stuck in land?
When all I wanted was to fly,
In both the morning and the night sky.
Maybe I have done something unto thee,
That my soul is condemned and never to be free.
Free to laugh, to play, nor to dream.
Of the things that I could only seem to read
In books, in poem, or in my own mind.
A thing called happiness and true love.
Love so tender and so pure
That holds me securely even if I'm unsure.
Unsure of tomorrow, the future, and the past.
Unsure if such a thing will ever last.
May the day come when I can see
Past the anger and the misery
Past the pain, sorrow, and regret
As I fall upon a loving net.
