Four walls and a glass ceiling
A child, huddled inside
The souring anticipation
Sharpened into curiosity
But the child is unaware
Of the power it holds
The desire, the hunger
The need for more
The child glows unknowingly
Burning with a new kind of hope
That will send the most formidable foe
Down to their knees
Four walls and a glass ceiling
A child huddled inside
But they cannot hold me
For I am capable of great things
- infinityondeux
