Prison gates won’t open up for me with these hands and knees I’m crawling. And many days go 由 and it seems that I’m falling. These broken wings won’t break my fall. I don’t see very clearly I don’t see at all.
    Heavens gates won’t open up for me, with these broken wings I’m falling. I break my fall I see the light of these dark and haunted nights. Torn, broken, feeling helpless without a fight. How can I see the light?
    By these four walls that stand I’m brought down 由 command. To break free see the road...