Here below, this land of free I’m confined like a bird; unfeathered! Missing the skies,

This “illusions” I could’ve sworn I was flying above and beyond, however as the thought disappear, I remain caged.

What is freedom? I wonder, staring at nothing here-among these four walls, it’s all the same I’d rather be anywhere except here.

Here and hereafter, in this land of free when will I be freed, I tried to flee but I’m not free it’s all the same I’d rather be anywhere, except here.