Freedom
In the wake of my greatest losses
I saw that my life was
a vast glowing empty page
and I could do anything I wanted
I thought I would find freedom in that
but I didn't
I wanted to dance across the page in celebration
but I couldn't
It was there that I realized one thing
Pain changes you
so much so that
Freedom doesn't feel free anymore
Oh how high I would have flown
if only I had wings from the start
Now, I am afraid of the sun
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