Thy Kingdom Come

My life is like a jail boarded and barred by those soul consuming rails I want to be set free like the eagles in the sky but in this hell I can not tell a truth from a lie I built up my walls only for it to be torn down I thought in my world I ruled with a crown Yet I am a slave among nobles and monarchs forced to be a joker in their courts Shackles and chains on my arms and legs watching them drink themselves silly with beer filled kegs A snake in the grass, don't tread on me a cocoon hanging from a sycamore leaf I shield my heart from this cruel world my secrets I keep, not a soul to tell Soon a butterfly with wings to fly free but I still have to fight for at first my wings are wet the eyes on my wings like a bullet proof vest I will soar But first I have, I have, to dry my wings and take that first step off this leaf and travel on the winds of my destiny