I can’t stand it any longer,
Locked inside their cage,
Energetic rustlings,
A swelling of deep rage.
Who are they, I say,
To take away my time?
Who are they, I cry,
To stop me from my climb?
I have a longing to be free,
I have a longing to roam,
A longing to roam anywhere,
Far from this caged home. . .