shackled
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America, Americathe land of the freeAmerica the beautifulbuilt on bravery
But are we as boundlessas we claim to be?
Your fear freezes your ability to see my dreams
Your fear keeps me trapped and unhappy
Your fear is determined for me to follow the masses
Your fear is soul crushing
I feel so anxiousI’m supposed to be somewhere else but I’m hereLostHurtI refuse to conform.I can’t just conform Just becauseI need a legitimate reasonI’m to oldTo conform just to listen
