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Freedom


I feel it all closing in,

the dreaded fear that is astounding,

with my hopefulness running thin,

because I know school will be bounding.

It will tie me up in chains so tight,

and all I can feel is deep despair,

because I won't get a chance to fight,

so I am determined to tear.

Tear apart these walls that taunt me, 

when I'd rather be near the sea, 

tear apart the chains that bound my hands and feet,

teat them apart and know that I won't be beat. 

But as the days just keep on passing by,

and I know their is no freedom is sight, so goodbye.

 

 

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