Longing for freedom, met by walls
Reaching for stars, met by a ceiling
A pain remains that cannot be conquered
Like freedom found by endless discomfort
I cannot help this damning feeling
Of climbing mountains with a need to fall
Weaving my dreams with threads woe
Reaping a pain I have not sown
I cannot break free of a past
Not my own yet we clash
Freedom and tradition in one home
One full of life one ready for the hole
So every time I make my path
Fate dashes an unfair blow
Crumbling my castle down to nothing
Waiting for me always plotting
To drag me to an endless hole
But my life dictate with freedom’s wrath
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