Crunching numbers and data and such,I begin to lose the song,
But walking in I was singing,
For I have been a caged animal,
Pacing back and forth in a cage,
I did not see,
And had been in so long,
I did not notice.
For the ghost of my past have come and opened the cage.
I stood still for a moment,
Not knowing what to do.
Then I bounded out
Those ghost were not there to haunt me,
Nor cause me harm.
They did not chide me for past wrongs,
Only came to free me,
Now I sing again
And my soul takes flight,
Laughing and crying with delight.