Far away from the lands of men
Basking in a cage where the sun has sank
Ache in my stomach from the lies of friend
A friend that moulds wealth in sand
You had told me to be free in this place
Like the chains are made from plastic wraps
Yo' beautiful lies of hope are like wind to my face
They just blow to erode what I thought I buried depth
I am lost deep in a changing maze
And the is no sign of an exit gate
Nor Mandela conquer this long of way
I surrender and I accept my pensive fate
So long as the stars brighten the night,
Tomorrow shall be a day for another fight
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 2:03 PM UTC
Far away from the lands of men
Basking in a cage where the sun has sank
Ache in my stomach from the lies of friend
A friend that moulds wealth in sand
You had told me to be free in this place
Like the chains are made from plastic wraps
Yo' beautiful lies of hope are like wind to my face
They just blow to erode what I thought I buried depth
I am lost deep in a changing maze
And the is no sign of an exit gate
Nor Mandela conquer this long of way
I surrender and I accept my pensive fate
So long as the stars brighten the night,
Tomorrow shall be a day for another fight
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