All this time he spend his days,
alone in his home made cage.
The walls gave him comfort, released him from his pain
The walls, they made him insane.

A cage that protects him of the outside world,
But insanity of the mind has him curled
It has a game of it’s own,
In the dark corner he was trown.

Fear that brings him trough the day
Rules of the game that he has to obay.
The wondering thoughts spinning through his mind
Like a mystic circle that no one can find

High up in the mountains, where the eagles fly
He wants to be, with his watchfull eye.
He will watch over you, from up in the sky
His only wish, is to die.

*Angel*
15-08-2005