He sits with the gods
He believes he is the all mighty
When he really is just a hog
He just thinks of himself highly

He forced me to be here
Standing by his side
Oh, how I wish I was in a bier
But sadly I'm his bride

I rather run away and be free
To never be stuck in a cage
But I'm stuck with my plea
Trying to hide my rage

How I wish I was a bird
That could leave him
But I am just a piece of shard
As they draw the scrim

I sit watching the people of the town
How cheerful that seem to be
But for I am not, and neither is my crown
To wish to be free, how I wish to be free

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