Her chest seems too tight
for this beating heart.
It goes crazy
everytime he leans against the bars
and gives her that look which says:
'You can count on me.'
He'll be the one to set her free,
she knows, and this prison
makes her feel so hollow,
he is wearing hope
and she is dressed in sorrow.
'Don't wither, my sad blossom
your time will come to bloom.
This cage won't hold forever
I'll take care of it soon.'
His promise makes her smile
And takes some fear away
He's charming like the devil,
gentle like a rat
Yet his arms look strong enough
To bend the bars
And lift her to the stars
