"But dear, You failed to notice, Am still illuminated behind the bars. " "But dear, You failed to notice, Am still illuminated behind the bars. "

Locked behind bars, I do not know who I am. Locked behind bars, I do not know who I am.

The touch of your grimy cold hands haunts my best dreams The touch of your grimy cold hands haunts my best dreams

The poem describes a woman caged in responsibilities. The poem describes a woman caged in responsibilities.

Have you ever slept under those shining stars, Where your dreams are free and have no bars, Have you ever slept under those shining stars, Where your dreams are free and...

The wings of security, Are nothing but shackles... The wings of security, Are nothing but shackles...