Butterfly Freedom

As I'm sitting, agonised in thought
My hands chained, my head pounding
I realise something that was never taught
It's only my body that is left drowning
These bruises and my contained life
Are forced but what of my feelings?
My ideas can't be savaged by any knife
My butterfly freedom can help my healing
Goodbye, I'll set you free
Maybe one day you'll return to me
When my form is no longer caught in binds
And I'm me, my soul and my mind.