Cage

[Polar Bear]

I agree with hank, and offer an alternate suggestion to the last line of the second stanza in attempt to keep closer to the original rhythm (it's a little ham-fisted, and I disdain 'dad made,' but I hope it illustrates what I'm suggesting):

There were the times when I believed in world,
the times when I thought I was strong.
I waited for hope to bring my dreams to life,
I waited for a smile to get back home

The river flow I followed,
with the strength of the suns brightest rays,
led me to the imprisonment
My very own thoughts had made

The river flow I followed,
with the strength of the suns brightest rays,
led me to the imprisonment.
My very own thoughts captured me

Like a wounded animal looking for a shelter,
I was looking for a lost path.
There was no sun to keep me warm,
no life in me to keep me going on

Reminiscing about the nights, dark and bright,
I wondered which one could have made me fly.
In history that I willingly made,
memories are what I blame