Strapped and in chains, will I ever break free?
The truth is something I’ll always try to conceive but I’m starting to lose my sanity.
So why don’t the lies ever cease?
I don’t know if I’ve ever known what it is to be free.
All I can think about is how this could be true.
I’m lost and stumbling in the dark without a clear view.
I don’t understand how everything stays so misconstrued.
It makes no sense, and people get involved without a care of what they do.
So until I find a better hue along the skyline, I’ll hope I don’t run out of time.
I just wish I could see the beauty of the world shine.