The wind cries, "Freedom!" My soul sits inside a locked ward waiting for the faeries to fly to my heart and set me free forever. The faerie folk in your house are very quiet. You should not hope for today. Weekend passes are not for the Goddess.

The wind cries, "Freedom!" My soul sits inside a locked ward waiting for the faeries to fly to my heart and set me free forever. The faerie folk in your house are very quiet. You should not hope for today. Weekend passes are not for the Goddess.