The Freedom In Me

I fight and fight I look for help And I seek an answer I'm fighting I'm scratching I'm looking for a sign I'm trying to find a way out A way out of this big world they call my conscience I ask questions I ask myself And I ask my peers I ask them if they believe in fears If they believe in tears They ignore me And act as if I don't exist Oh I wish, I wish! For one day to be released from this. Years and decades of scratching Centuries of fighting Fighting back the tears And looking for what's real I found some power And released my rage I've been tormented And grown wiser with age I failed to realize that I had it in me No questions needed The fighting and the screaming ended My life had just begun I had the answer in me I had the freedom in me.