And I want to cage myself
 As a Father whose enclosure has fortified 
 his dreams within this great church of wills
 And prays
  
 And I want to cage myself
 As a morning bird whose singing enjoys
 its very own sound
 Screaming all the happiness the day along
 aims to deserve
 And stretches
  
 And I want to cage myself
 As an embryo whose consciousness is 
 yet to bloom
 Sinked within somebody’s else
 Fulfilled with thoughts
 And thinks
  
 And I want to cage myself
 As the wandering Moon persecutes Light
 and gives me such a try
 To finally cage my body and my soul and my
 dreams and my wills and my hopes
 Within this great wandering Fear of its
 Ma’am, I just got to cage myself
 Upon the Night