I Like to Write About How I Feel
I wrote this as a blog back in December, but was reminded of it again when I saw this picture today:

The rattling of the chains on the cage suddenly cease.
The key is removed and without its presence my heart feels incomplete.
I think this must be it, must be the end of me.
But when I open my eyes again I can finally see.
The light shining in fills the space where you will be.
And what mattered back then will become my history.
But what matters right now is the light inside of me.
I'm not used to this feeling, not used to being free.

The rattling of the chains on the cage suddenly cease.
The key is removed and without its presence my heart feels incomplete.
I think this must be it, must be the end of me.
But when I open my eyes again I can finally see.
The light shining in fills the space where you will be.
And what mattered back then will become my history.
But what matters right now is the light inside of me.
I'm not used to this feeling, not used to being free.