At least my cage is filled with light

I have a cage

It's called the stage

When I'm let out

I run about

And sing and dance and sweat and yell

I have so many tales to tell

I like to push things to the edge

And inch my way along the ledge

I feel like God, I feel like shit

The paradox, an even split

It's just a job, I always say

I should be grateful everyday

Sometimes I think I just can't do it

But I persist and I get through it

And I console myself each night

At least my cage is filled with light.

(pequeno poema retirado do DVD "I'm Going to Tell You a Secret")

By Queen Madonna