Free?In a home I call a boxI sold my soul to seeSomething moreThan plastic dreamsAnd a life of monotonyIn a home I called a boxWhere I thought I could not seeI sold my soul and oh what forIn life there's still no gleeBlank face, dead soulWill I ever be more than free?
OH! and as for tips, add some extra colors to the clouds to give it more emphasis. Too much yellow