Musical box

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

Locked up in this box that keeps turning me around

on the same spot, every day, every second, to the same sound -

I straighten up when the sun rises with the very same hopes,

On and on until sunset like a never ending soap.

As the days go by, I wonder, will I ever fly?

Will I ever rise, like the sun, high above the sky,

Or will I remain in this box, locked up in the same tune,

Watching the sun at day and at night the moon,

Will I keep waiting or is freedom coming soon?

I'm stuck on the spot and I just can't move on,

I don't wanna turn around any more to the very same song -

What am I waiting for, what is taking so long?

I can hear the echo of my own calls and every time I want to break these walls,

I only keep hurting myself, yet I keep turning as life is going on and on and on...

I thought life already locked me up inside of its prison, then I met you.

And I realized, I'm locked up inside you, too.