• I am happy and depressed I feel and hurt my heart longs to be set free
    I don't hear the birds of spring only do I feel the cold of winter
    The whispering, the voises I hear them I all the time
    they call to me, yell, and scream my name
    no matter what I do they never leave me be even if I want to follow them I cannot
    confined in this corner called myself forever and ever
    I will cry and still be happy the tears will flow like my very blood until I am set free