The structures of my walls, built high are so sturdy and sound
Locks me in this feeling that I can’t get around

Music, people and car horns blaring 
but I can’t hear a word
Wishing, like hell I was free,
 instead being this caged bird

The only things I see now are my feet touch the ground
Because I walk around all day with my held down

Not just lonely but alone
Gets no important calls on the phone
The only place I’ve been lately is the other side of my home.

Looking for gods’ footprints in the sand to show me the way
Once an independent woman
 now I have nothing to say
So sad all the time
 in depression I’m bound
Feel like I should be buried
Cause right now
 I’m dead above ground