In a cold boring room
in a cage you can't see
sits a bird all alone
that longs to be free It looks at the bars
this prison it fears
they're gilded and gold
the bird cries silver tears
In this cage there is nothing
to give comfort and care
it sits alone in the cold
the gold cage is bare
Look at this cage
this cage you can't see
but see the poor bird?
That poor bird is me.