In the darkness, she finds light,
Bound yet free from her own plight.
Her straitjacket, a symbol strong,
Of the chains that bind and the songs they've sung.
Restraint is but an artful play,
A dance of tension in endless sway.
Her gaze is lost in thought profound,
As if each knot holds secrets unbound.
In her eyes, you see the world ablaze,
With a fire that no straitjacket can cage.
So let her be, this captive soul,
For in her tied state, she finds true control.