In my dreams I can never see her, but a woman calls out my name and when I wake I know that things will never be the same.
The cage that keeps me in will be gone, a house will welcome me in to fix it.
It's broken in places like me but soon like the dream we will both be free.
A puppy grows guarding the house it once terrorized.
The sun sets everyday to bring me the dream only just to take it in the morning.
When we rise like the owl in my cage, I age and wise.
Is this reality or only more lies?
No one knows if no one tries.
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