Bored in Mass - write stuff for Portal. Woo! I'm religious!

I don't own Portal - Valve won't sell it to me.

Wheat meets her eyes

A field of gold

Against an endless beautiful sky

When was the last time saw the sun?

The clouds?

Felt the breeze on her face?

Was outside of that place?

It must have been years

Maybe decades as well

But centuries have passed

She can't tell

The sky is the same

and fresh air is just as sweet

Only it is worthy enough

To hear her sing

She finally laughs

She finally cries

She throws up her hands

And screams to the skies

A glorious howl of triumph

Of glee

"I'M FREE! I'M FREE!

I'M FINALLY FREE!"