The walls are paper thin
The floor is made of mesh
There is no old refrain
To linger on my breath.

The hounds are tigers now
The moors are dark all day
The howling does not end
But soothes me anyway.

There's nothing left to find
There's nothing left to seek
There's nothing left to hide
In grasses by the creek.

The moon is singing soft
In daylight hours today
While I await her face
And hope she turns my way.

Reeds touch the water's edge
And hum along in time
They are so innocent
Not knowing of the crime.

The walls are paper thin
The floor is made of mesh;
Of wires that breathe in time
And press against my flesh.

I see below the cage
And darkness blinds my eyes
There's something there, I know
I wait for it to rise.

My footing's not secure
On this harsh cutting floor
The darkness that surrounds
Is this room's only door.

The distant thunder rolls
I know the meaning now
For thunder comes with light
So fin'lly I know how.

Drops fall, each one alone
But never on their own
The song becomes a drone
I walk in freedom home.