I feel like a bird, trapped in a cage.
Trapped, until it dies from an old age.
Wanting to be free to spread my wings.
Fly higher then all the queens and kings.

I want to feel a warm breeze under my skin.
Touch the clouds, so soft and thin.
I want to look down on God´s creation.
Bathe my heart, fill it with realization.

Free to have a place I can call my own.
Want everyone to understand that I have grown.
Fighting for my freedom, they won´t let go.
Won´t let me blossom and my inspiration flow.

My hope, passion, my love for life dies.
My spirit, lies down on the ground and cries.
Cries because of the cruelty it is shown.
It is me against the world, standing alone.

I´ll battle with the world until I win.
I´ll show no mercy, I´ll be grim.
I´ll live, life to the fullest until I fall,
see the beauty and give my heart to it all.
-Now I´m more then a bird, trapped in a cage,
waiting for to die from an old age.


Jóhanna Margrét Sigurðardótti