Freedom


Walking through hallways
Pure white doors
Behind every door I open
I see faces
That tell me how disappointed they have been

Strange dreams
Every night they visit me
I seem caught
In an absurd surreality

Trying and searching
For a way out
To experience freedom
And uncage my soul
And fly to my ultimate goal

The day the pain ends
Freedom will, at last, be within my grasps

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