I have kept you to long
in this prison made of words
and hidden requests.

You were meant to be free,
not bound by empty promises
and broken conditions.

Take your freedom and fly,
don’t turn back.
Let this all fade into
a black pit, never to see light again.

It is better this way,
you will see, in a day or a week.
This is the way the sticks were meant to fall.

So use your new found wings,
and fly.