He lies, Locked in a cage, in a windowless room, where he has always been.
But he dreams of something more, he dreams of better things, of light , and warmth, of a better life. Maybe there is more to this prison.
He lies, Locked in a cage, in a windowless room, where he has always been.
But he dreams of something more, he dreams of better things, of light , and warmth, of a better life. Maybe there is more to this prison.