Waiting
Is this freedom? It can't be true. - There is no freedom if you can't break through. Oh you poor little maiden, will you ever be free? Watching the sun go up and down over and over Getting colder and colder Every day - getting harder to stay With every breath getting closer to death Aren't you tired? - I know you are Every second is an awful war. Will there every be light? Yet you're so alone In this dark night you won't go home
Why are you waiting? It's such a shame-
Oh you poor little maiden, this waiting is your chain.