Something falling from the skies
Shattered glass on ground lies
The doors bolted, can’t step out
The fire melted, my existence a doubt
Seeing the rain crawl on glass
See the dark clouds but not pass
Feel my nails go through my palm
Searching within for the psalm

Every lock I key is jammed
Looking at the reflection I rammed
Cut to pieces distorted and all
Broken in these four walls
Scars and cuts cut my everywhere
Unsuccessfully I tried not to care
Destructing me with a knife of a king
Unable to fly with this broken wing

The posts are up, cloth at its end
Boiling blood and hope did it lend
Slowly in me a flame sparks
And then I see me rising from the sides of the darks
An eaten four walls beneath me lay
Soaring high after trotting the narrow way
All went well until that day
That day when the iron, in me slain
And into those cursed walls I fell again