-- Not so tall that I cannot flee --

But try as I might I never seem able to reach the top, and so a prisoner it seems I am destined to be

-- Not locked up so tight that I cannot get free --

And still I cannot find the right combination, so unfortunately a prisoner I continue to be

-- Not made of brick but they might as well be --

For even as I walk it comes to me that, though free to roam, a prisoner I must still be

-- Not solid enough for anyone to see --

Yet thick enough that I cannot get through, and so it appears a prisoner I shall forever be

-- Never convicted or sentenced by a jury --

I appear to be free, but I remain locked up in a prison that me and no one else can see

-- Never even accused of a crime --

I’m supposed to be free, but reflected in eyes that look at me the sense that I should be doing time

-- Not looking to assign blame --

My plight is my own and I take full responsibility, determined to one day change the game

-- Not looking for sympathy --

Countless others share the same fate and fight the same fight and none of them are looking for pity

-- Not strong enough to keep me in --

Still not free, but I continue the good fight, which I will never give up and someday soon I intend to win

-- Not powerful enough to keep me around --

Still bogged down, but I do have wings and was meant to fly, and I will one day get off the ground

-- Not deep enough to make me drown --

The first cut is the deepest cut, and she cut me deeply, but still not enough to give me a permanent frown

-- Not so badly wounded that I cannot heal --

She continues to haunt, but she will not win and someday soon I will heal for real