Free

I look at everything around me 

And I realize

It wasn't a dream

All these things the real and unseen 

Are a part of me

You can't erase, you can't deny

All that pain, all those lies

They shaped me, created me, changed everything about me

The joy

The loss 

The pain 

The tears 

Every struggle through every year 

It was real, it was live, it built up inside

Growing and growing, up up up

Sometimes I wanted to yell I'VE HAD ENOUGH!

But I kept on going

I climbed the heights 

I was broken and bleeding from all my fights 

I let you win so let me be

I'll fly away 

And maybe come back

Someday when I'm free. 

 

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