"There's room at the top", they're telling you still
But first, you must learn to smile as you kill
If you want to be like the folks on the hill

-John Lennon

Your back is bent from years of staring
At your beaten feet
Which are sore from hauling a heavy heart
In endless, tired defeat
Your will is blocked, you mind is locked
On thoughts that will not cease
With each of life's events is lost
A bit of inner peace
Dearest one, release yourself
From your rusted cage
If life's a book, than this is just
One faded, folded page
Lift your eyes, lift your heart
Towards the endless sky
Caged birds will sing and still forget
That they know how to fly