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Feb 2014
Shackles promise freedom
But the laughs of clattering chains
Are pulled back by inner demons
I allow them to remain

Links from past to present
I’m unable to let go
I try so hard to forget
But it’s out of my control

So I cry to know I’m living
And I scream to know I’m here
The pieces are not fitting.

Do you hear me?
I cannot help but wonder
If freedom is near


The world crumbles around me
But I’m chained to the wall
Too attached to what could be
My demons hate me all and all

Suffocating in my past
I’m trying to break free
The world is stable in contrast
To what’s inside of me

So I cry to know I’m living
And I scream to know I’m here
The pieces are not fitting

Do you hear me?
I cannot help but hope
That my freedom is near


We cry to know we’re living
And we scream to know we’re here
The pieces are now fitting

Do you hear me?
**We cannot help but know
That freedom is here.
Song
Jojo
Written by
Jojo
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