I was born to stand, to walk alone,
I was once a river, running free,
Strong in my silence, enough with me.
An independent spirit, carved in stone.
But now my steps are held, confined,
A life restrained against my mind.
Decisions stolen, freedom delayed,
Emotions twisted, strength betrayed.
No voice to hear, no hand to hold,
Just silent battles, quietly told.
Yet deep within, a flame survives,
A stubborn will that still arrives.
Though trapped in chains the world can’t see,
I know one day I will break free.
Someday soon, the locks will break,
The life that’s mine, I’ll rise and take.
For I am still me, though bound and scarred,
An unbowed soul, though the journey is hard.
The cage may hold, but not for long—
My spirit endures, my freedom’s song.
