I eternally look at a ray of light travelling on the floor
I look at the black metal closed door
I look at the chains holding me, tearing my flesh
I feel I'm losing my sanity, I'm slowly beginning to crash
I look at the filthy, ugly black bricks
But the clock of my freedom still ticks.
I think I will be free of the chains
I feel the drop of hope that infinitively rains
This small drop of hope
It can break mountains' slope
It helps me avoid the black deadly dive
This small drop of hope is what keeps me alive.
I hope to get out of that hell strong and straight
I hope I wil be free soner or late
Or later than late, yet I will be free
This small drop of hope waters a tree
A tree of great hopes to be free like a horse
To destroy the ones witout remorse
Oh revenge, the friend of the fools
It always calms, it always cools
It helps to see how that wall falls
I hear in my dreams how the open calls
But I am an eagle locked in a cage
I could fly free and destroy all in my rage
However the eagle will never fly
The eagle will suffer and slowly die
It's said that hope is the one that dies last
Before dying however it causes the thought to rust
The only thing worse than being locked, tied with a rope
Is being locked and still having hope