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.