Like a deer fleeing on its stumps, every time the wind blows in the boughs
The dogs were here to kill
My room shakes like a child who's scared by men hidden in the shades 
Peace isn't gained with thorns in our sheets
I remember when the unicorns rested on me knees
When I believed in...
I panic
Confined with me rotting legs
Are the caged birds scared to flee?
When [bad word] the day
When we have to say goodbye to the world as we knew it
To what we thought was asset 
And piece is in the grave
With Tinkerbell
My freedom is above the fear
Will I gallop again?
Again?
And tun with the wind, patting me backbone?
Time strechs itself as it imprisons our legs
I'm not scared by frightful places or the most terrible ghosts 
To invent the worst we have no challenger