Confined in the darkness with a jar of hope Come forth the truth, let it bestowed
When the start meets the end, the revolution of a survival diary begins
In this mean world, she’s the only pure one Full of emotions but couldn’t express none
At dawn she screams at agony to cleanse her soul Dusk, she’s vulnerable to all the befoul
Chain and whip marks all over her frame Prisoned in a cage like a bird with no name.