I know I spent my days in cells and screens
And left the days run out without a voice
I kept the stains with me, I had no choice
And I stole books, unread, good times and dreams.
The Time I had to live is wet and sick
I spent my days in cells - I had to lose.
I melt your wings - my cry - my fear to choose
I wrote my empty ways of feeling weak.
And then, too bright the dawn broke down on you
To feel again the screens were something new.