Caged Soul

In a storm I lose focus, fall on blades of ice.

This is the story of my own demise.

I held onto a burden of the heavy heart kind

Grew up in a cage, to small for my mind.

So to fill a long and taught void, and release me from my prison

I chose to open my soul to grant me a vision.

But the hard thing about prisons, in which you are born.

They become a sort of home, one we absentmindedly look for.

I still yearn to seek out any type of place,

one filled with passion, where my soul can be embraced.

Perhaps then one day I would retun as a cage free dancing soul,

but for now I'm still trapped, wings are broken and wrapped.