In my own prison,

I hear the birds sing.

Their song is as sweet as a bright summer day.

How I long to escape,

To a world full of discovery,

But these chains the widow holds over me,

They hold me back,

Like a caged animal in the zoo,

A man like Thomas Grangrind should not determine reason,

How I long to see the circus,

Though I have patience like Job,

This feeling inside of me, is like,

A raging inferno!

Caught in eternal limbo,
Will I ever achieve?

Perfection in your eyes,

Will my salvation bring…?

Eternal satisfaction,

Forevermore and forevermore.

To be courageous is to be adventurous.

Like Lancelot was in times ago.

But will I find that courage,

To just finally let go.

How I long to tell you how I really thing,

How I believe your method is flawed,

But you are stubborn and persistent,

Like Willy Loman always was,

Blind to the truth of your faults,

Making others feel trapped,

Swimming in a pool of your arrogance.

Caught in eternal limbo,
Will I ever achieve?

Perfection in your eyes,

Will my salvation bring…?

Eternal satisfaction,

Forevermore and forevermore.

I stumbled down,

In front of your knees,

I glare up,

Yet I feel as though I am in front of Zeus himself,

I tremble like a child,

And I cry like a baby.

Yet, I feel as though,

The world has been lifted off my shoulders.

You know how I feel,

And are willing to change,

I am willing to change my ways as well.

Eternal compromise has been obtained,

To Purgatory and satisfaction I come.

My epic, complete.

Caught in eternal limbo,
Will I ever achieve?

Perfection in your eyes,

Will my salvation bring…?

Eternal satisfaction,

Forevermore and forevermore.