Let me go. Set me free to be all that I can be.
Let me rise up against this blackness that encompasses me.
I have worked in this stone box for too long,
without looking at the world outside.
I cannot recall the freedom that was once mine
as I’ve become so accustomed to this prison that I’ve made.
What I could do, what I should do, these elude me,
leaving me lost, without a map to follow.
How do I find my own path? It continues to find me.
Desire overpowers me to forge my own,
to create new life and freedom for the person I’ve become;
freedom from the struggles weighing me down
that have kept me from the life I could live.
Aug 22, 2012
Aug 22, 2012 at 10:02 PM UTC
Let me go. Set me free to be all that I can be.
Let me rise up against this blackness that encompasses me.
I have worked in this stone box for too long,
without looking at the world outside.
I cannot recall the freedom that was once mine
as I’ve become so accustomed to this prison that I’ve made.
What I could do, what I should do, these elude me,
leaving me lost, without a map to follow.
How do I find my own path? It continues to find me.
Desire overpowers me to forge my own,
to create new life and freedom for the person I’ve become;
freedom from the struggles weighing me down
that have kept me from the life I could live.
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