How much more can the heart take? With it’s beating sounds being silenced, It’s loving tone being erased, Can it take much more?
How much freedom shall it lose? Being chained up with its bruise, It’s wings torn from the hinges, Ever stabbed with syringes.
How long can it stay alone? Through the cellar the moonlight shone. It’s cry lost in the misty haze, Ever sobbing in it’s endless maze.
One day, it might just pop. It’s marching sounds will come to a stop. And on that day, they will realize, Just how much it was penalized.