The cage is made of gold they say The prettiest cage you’ll see The bars may glint, but not from gold The sharp edge is where I’ll bleed

My crown is heavy, not from weight But from those pressing down from above I jump from planes to feel alive And tempt the death I crave

I pray for justice or simply relief From the nightmare of my life But the man who yanks my golden-leashed neck Steps on laws and rules like they’re mice

So into the wind and into the sea I throw my body and pray For if they won’t take me to lands where I’m free I pray for a watery grave

(Based on the true story of princess Latifa of the UAE and her abuse under the hands of her father. I learned of her story through the podcast In the Dark - The Runaway Princesses. I highly recommend listening.)