I want to go on the underground tube train;

And dance my heart and soul out in the rain;

You can take a hammer to my heart but not my imaginations;

This poetry that I write is nothing more than a few confessions;

The truth is in my mind;

The treasure of hope you will never find;

It is protected by the love of my heart;

Right from the birthplace, my life’s start;

I loved everything then lost it all;

But I am free; I am not your voodoo doll!