For years I was held in a suffocating grip
I closed my eyes, I bit my lip
I cried to you, too young, too weak to fly
Afraid to move, Would I suffer if I tried?

Does the sun still shine like in my dreams
Does it light up the outside of the walls that encircle me
Is it just an illusion the things I see
Through crumbling stone, light begins to bleed

As I become someone I do not recognise
Caressed by fear, afraid to open blinded eyes
Behind the walls the na

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