There's this kind of pit of no return
She feels like she's falling into
It's patience she must learn
But depression she's akin to
She wants so much to break free and fly
But the bars on her cage hold fast
So she just sits and sighs
As days, months, roll past
She's tired and worn
From hopes being strung out
She's sad and forlorn
She fights a silent bout
She's lonely and low
She wants to be home
She misses the familiar so
Seems she's stuck in her plastic dome
Her singing - it feels fake
Her laugh, is just a joke
She's frustrated, make no mistake
No matter what words they spoke
It feels like a never ending tragedy
There's no resolve in sight
She feels like a jetty
That the waves pound with might
Tossed here and there
She knows no direction
How can she share
Her misfit reflection?
Ups and downs, lefts and rights
Spirals and vertigo, a whirlpool
If only a horizon on which to set her sights
Then maybe she wouldn't feel the fool

Life's little difficulties can set you for a whirl
You go from a high to a quick drop low
All around you the possiblities swirl
Which one is hers to claim, to know?
She doesn't want to know despair
She wants to be strong, head held high
They say that life is never very fair
She wants to proove them wrong, soar the sky

She wants her freedom back
She longs to break the chains
It's the key that you lack
So you resign to the pains
You hope someone comes along
Sees her there, head hung low
Says, 'buck up, it won't be very long
Now,' -- remember, I told you so