Curtains
Curtains, i cry in my distress, Curtains.
You lie to me about who i am, you dull the light.
Yet i can not be tricked for i am certain.
you push people away, with all your might.
Your veil is not welcoming nor is it of love
you mean to destroy me and you suceed
I know im not the best, i am no dove.
I know who i am so i will Lead.
I am creative, i am an artist
i love to listen to music and be at peace
i like to learn even if im not the smartest
and i am an engine of invention that will not cease
You, curtains, You will not hold me down
i am ready to break free, i am great and tall
my time has come, i will take my crown
your free to go, your free to fall fall
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