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.)