Caged birds sing their songs, Yearning for skies beyond reach, Hope echoes through bars.

I try, try, and tried, But to no avails my efforts wasted Sorry mom—signing out.

If I take one step, I’ll fall, High above, My feet dangle.

Swish, swish, So high… high indeed —I think this is making me dizzy.

But only here, Yes, only here… Will I be free.

Constraints unlocked, Taste of freedom, I am free,

Free… I am FREE!! I am Free! Free indeed.

Some say flying feels like flying That is… until you land Splat Splat Splatter Splat.

The moment you jump You feel like you can do anything Until the moment you approach.

Then dread sinks in Is it worth it? Huh huh?!

Splat splat Splatter Splat !—you go splattter splat Was it worth it?

Haha…don’t you get it? No matter how much we hope Or wish—the end is here.

Why don’t you get it? The end is near And it’s set in stone.

Upside down Downside up The world is different.

The end is here The end is near No use changing it.

Red is love Love is beautiful Beutiful is qualities.

Red is desire The color of love, And love is beautiful.

Red is passion Passion is beautiful Filled with wonderful qualities.

Red is love, And love is wonderful Beautiful to you and I.

Up—Up—down—haha—down—frown Hmm, Is that the face—? This? Twish? Expanding dough, ‘Whee!’ I go Ah, now that’s the face! (ha)

I want to feel, I want to grow. I want to love, I want to grow. I want to hope, I want to dream. I want to explore, I want to imagine.

I want to wish, I hope to wish. I wish to hope, I love to wish. I wish to wish, I wish to explore.

I finished my glee, so now I’m glad. I finished my dream, so now I’m fulfilled. I finished my wish, so now I have hope.

When I look in the mirror I see me— Or someone who could’ve been me.

Beautiful and kind Wonderful and heroic Popular and dazzling

Yeah… that’s someone, who could’ve been me But, it’s too late for that now.

We close our eyes to a dream A very beutiful dream Beep beep—oh no, Is that the sound of the alarm?

Despite our struggles The sleepiness surges away, And we wake to the realm of ‘reality’.

Oh no Oh no I must be dreaming again…

This world is so dark and grey, Nothing but meaningless matter! Why would anyone choose to live in such a world?

It’s so dark, So, so dark Nothing but shades of black—and murky brown.

Beep beep Is that the sound of the alarm? Oh no—I must have been dreaming again.