Freedom….

I tried to talk

I tried to sing

my voice was cold

my heart get ill

my wings they broke

forbidden my flying

they cut out my oak

that i used to live in

the freedom i look

was beyond an iron pen

i remember how i used to fly

cross the sky through the wind

those only become now

dreams my heart kept them in

my world i love so wide

can only see it from an inch thin

slowly my soul to the sky will rise

that only will be my freedom then

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