Well-Lit and Warm

Locked up so tight in that ivory tower

Those stained glass curtains and gold-plated bars

Silk-lined restraints you can’t help but pull tighter

And that key you keep close could help set you free

But why show yourself to the truth of the matter

Gilded cages bring such sympathy

Shy away from the world and hide behind others

Who needs to wander the harsh world outside?

No need to worry, or wonder, or work for a living

Just let them keep handing you food through the bars

Never a moment to face down the darkness

When the self-sentenced prison is well-lit and warm