” Their feet rush into sin; they are swift to shed innocent blood. Their thoughts are evil thoughts; ruin and destruction mark their ways. ”

I would love more than anything to spread my arms and fly,

Away from the rage and sorrow that clutches like a wraith at my heart,

To simply jump out the window and take flight, my hopes and dreams

carrying me away and up into the twinkling stars above.

Cold they may be, but at least they are my silent lovers, watching

over me while I watch over the small, sentimental things that I

believe and hold dear.

I want to glide away, soar far from the things that bind me to my

eternal doom,

Breathe in the calm that I prefer to fill my spirit, and banish all

thoughts and feelings of helplessness and despair,

And as I gaze out the glass portal of my cage, I know that one night,

I will spring forth, for though my wings are clipped, they cannot

chain my wild soul.