They made me lock up so tight,

Made me too afraid of change;

I was always too tired to fight,

It always ended up the same.


Now I open up my eyes and mind,

I'm still so weak, so very shy;

I'm not ready yet, because,

I'm still afraid of "goodbye".


This cocoon is suffocating me,

It's getting harder to breathe;

I have to get out, get away,

There must be more than this to me.


Breaking down the walls, at last,

Let them shatter like sheets of glass;

On shaky legs I'll stand tall,

Bare feet meet green grass.