Write Week April 23-30th: RSVP →
I hear the birds and I smell freedom I taste it.
I got a Free Mind, full of lots of thoughts and ideas My body locked up in the pen, but my mind is not here I know I’m finally coming home at the end of the year Every time I think about it, my eyes almost shed a tear
Can you see, see? Whose really free, free? We are caged, people are caged, animals are caged This keeps me so, so raged!
Lately, I have been feeling trapped, Trapped in a nightmare from which I can’t wake, As if I were inside of a coffin From which I’m not able to escape
Strength is born when you mourn And sorrow leads to success that no one can suppress Unless it is used wrong and not as a stepping stone
Which is why I don’t seek solace Instead I acknowledge that no one will respect me If I don’t use grief correctly
