Carved in Stone
It was carved in stone
that this crown would be mine
the crown that entraps my head
the crown that holds my freedom out of reach
It was carved in stone
that I would be kept here forever
kept in this bubble
kept in this mind numbing place
It was carved in stone
that my hands would build a castle
build these walls 10 feet high
build these walls 3 feet thick
It was carved in stone
that I would cry myself a river
cry until the tears dried up
cry until i've had enough
It was carved in stone
that I would strike that rock
strike the rock that held my fate
Strike the rock that held my life
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