There's a Limit, Though, To Dreaming

Rusty, broken, glinting blades
Only the tears of a heart is heard
Feathers falling to the ground
Forgotten by the bird

Just in case you could remember
What the world had tasted of
They keep you in your cage and say
That this is surely just enough

The iron in the morning, gleaming
And the iron in the evening glow
Never once the slightest seeing
Of where the light could always go

Or what the world must look like
Behind the curtains, draw
And never had that seal been broken
To see what could be wrong

The day brings nothing more than silence
And the night brings endless, empty things
And the iron bars will not give in
So you can stretch your wings

Nothing in you life has ever changed
And nothing but here had ever been known
Like never seeing what color might be
This black and white is home

But you can never forget that feeling
Your heart screaming to be free
You'll turn your gaze to the curtains
And imagine what could be

There's a limit, though, to dreaming
And a limit to the air
Your iron only lets so much be
And most of that is bare

Those rusty, cold and broken blades
They were used to clip your wings
Shut your eyes and forget it all
Imagine freedom, sing...