Bars made of stone
make her a prisoner
they are invisible
known only to her

she lives in a place
constructed by money
home and security
the good life and more

if she breaks free
where does she go to
what can she do
a housewife is she

longing to fly
away for a moment
to find her soul
she lost on her way

alone in the world
though marriage and children
security there
but love died long ago

love longs to fly
hearts yearn for freedom
wishing the yesterday
would call back today

to leave on her own
you walk the high wire
no safety net no one
all alone.