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I’m stuck in a cage
And I can’t seem to find the way out…
I sleep on a bed I made out of these sharp pointy things
You call them wood chips…
But I call them thorns…
I drink water from a bottle,
But yet I think it’s poisoned…
And I eat my food from the dish you set in front of me,
And I still try to find my way out…
Still stuck in this cage,
Hoping to find to set myself free…
I run in my wheel like I have no where to go
Faster and faster I run trying to find a way to get out…
Yet I still can’t seem to find one
So I go lay on my bed of thorns to think…
I sit and wonder why I look so funny
Now I realize that I’m not what you say I am…
So I wait patiently and tranquil
Till you open the cage…
I wait for the perfect moment
And then I fly out with my beautiful and graceful wings….
Because I wasn’t a rodent stuck in a cage like you said I was
I was really a graceful bird that just had to realize that you had me under your spell…
Now I fly free and high though the sky
Reaching for everything I dreamed I could…
And ever looking back
Because I can do whatever I want…
As long as I remember I’m whatever I want to be!