One False Move

Is a nest still a nest, when the nest is built from thorns?
Its a nest, nontheless, if it protects a young creature from the
Dangers of strangers, starvation and the cold
It may keep you warm, it may keep you safe
But what good is safe? What good is safe when there's no escape?

This nest was shared under the premise of "care"
One false move and your cut, so you fear
It may keep you warm, it may keep you safe
But what good is safe? What good is safe when there's no escape?

One day she'll find a way to escape from the thorns that keep her
Prisoner inside
But a nest built from thorns is all she knows
And thorns will be the walls of her new home