Prison.

Prison

Corridors are getting drafty
its nearly time
for the ever green
to shine like lights
i want to sail away
on the hem of your skirt
wish i had a star to shine on
a lantern making rivers
for your smile
i made my bed this morning
didnt mean to cry
frozen waters
easy to slip away
singing for you to
melt good byes
rivers where i tip-toe
its nearly time
did you know that you can fly on