Rattling this cage
There must be a way out
I’m tired of the fear
The isolation
The mind is an itchy trigger finger
She makes me nervous
And I’m so close to taming that beast
Charming that snake
Yes, I’m the peaceful warrior
Tall, proud, dressed in white
Riding my mare through the clouds
I protect my kingdom and rule with majesty
We, the people, with our faces to the sun.