I live in this small cage weaving my small dreams. What else can I do? They put me here because I talk too much And they don't want to hear it They think I'm a fool. I've created a little world for myself to keep from going mad. And all my hopes and dreams are in it that they took from me. I draw little pictures on the wall about God and Death and peace And it makes no sense to anyone but me. They clipped my wings and left me here to die But I'm still alive and in my lonely little dreams I'm bringing love and happiness to all the world.
by Adam Love © 2006