Life Ina Nutshell

I am born by the nutcracker who dances so freely in the winter land of Christmas tales and the belongings spread over the snow covered lanes.. Where have I gone so strong? There is a qualification for becoming free like you on my knee. I crave for sugar please The girls share there cookies and instant coffee I lay here in Jail and nothing to do but sleep and weep I create an image on the prison walls and dream of the outdoors On the second floor The guards open the doors and check our cells I do well with the inspection but feel rejection Cry know more on this day of release back to the city Oh how I completely adore the freedom Yet I 'm still a hostage Please I have no gold in my brain Stop killing me I will never die with the name like him He never learned to take in the death of sin Jesus lays right on my side Why are they so afraid.. Please I beg let me go? the time is ten After the hour I have power... I look to the tower Seconds before I turn the news on Dust and dirt Some survived some were hurt.. Now they lay cremated of under the dirt.,