If life were a cage, it's about to be rattled.
Outside there's a war, inside there's a battle.
A truce in the making though I have my doubts.
I would help if I could turn this cage inside out.
There's peace from within, still the walls tremble
The war only ends with the cage disassembled.
As I stand at the gate with a lock but no key.
I want nothing more than to set myself free.
On the floor of the cage is a dirty old mirror.
I cleaned it all up now I see myself clearer.
The image I saw knocked me right off my feet.
The key that I seek has been wrapped in deceit.