Imprisoned Life

Within a cage the heart does cry,

No hope to stand against a lie

And beats in pain to be set free

To all that it was meant to be

To wipe away the loss and past

In order to preserve and last

A heart was not made for bitter end

But overcome and make amend

A rectifying God is He,

Who made this heart to dance for free

Believe in hope of healing hands

Of One that molds the heart to stand