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.