After a 30 yer lock-a-way
You knew the same thing for so many years
That freedom becomes scary in a way
But it's kind of cool to
Because now the walls can be more than gray
No matter how much you painted
The color always stayed the same
And you can see the rainbow
But you can't seem to fly
It's not that you weren't meant to
It's just people started to cry
So you give up parts of your life
So they don't hurt again
Forgetting what you want for yourself
Because your to busy holding their hand
