I want to go back to the sky.
You clipped my wings when I was a butterfly.
Escapism through the words I write.
Everything else is controlled by what you like.
I wanted more from life.
You wanted a better wife.
Oh but now I cannot fly.
Though everyday I silently try.
I know what it feels like to be a shadow.
An echo of your booming voice, I know
I cant break your freezing wall of snow.
But there\'s rebellion in the songs I write on the piano.