Wild Horses

I feel these four walls closing in
My face up against the glass
I'm loking out...
Is this my life i'm wondering
It all happened so fast
How do i turn this thing around
Is this the bed i chose to make
It's greener pastures i'm thinking about
Wide open spaces far away

All i want is the wind in my hair
To face the fear but, not feel scared

-Wild Horses, Natasha Bedingfield

Vanessa Ferreira