The Words Of Great Pain
The Words Of Great Pain
I'm caged
On a thousand customs
Corrupted and polluted
By fumes,
But still my heart
Leaps up, and I let out
The spring song through
My silent lips.
My patience has run out,
I must set about packing
My suppressed delights, and
I'll take off.
I must cast away the tissue
Of worsened laws and
I must go after the joy infinite.