Freedom

I feel these four walls closing in
Face up against the glass
I'm looking out, hmmm
Is this my life I'm wondering
It happened so fast 
How do I turn this thing around 
Is this the bed I chose to make 
There's greener pastures I'm thinking about 
Hmm, wide open spaces far away
All I want is the wind in my hair 
To face the fear but not feel scared 

Sources

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Text:  Natasha Bedingfield - Wild horses