Moving Out

December 17, 2013

Pushing everyday

Fighting against these chains

let me go, let me be free.

I need a chance

To spread my wings

and to show the world who I am.

But this boa isn't a feathery one

It's constricting me like a lamb

I beg, I fight, I push, I scream

let me go, let me be free

I need to go and be on my own

But there's something I don't know

Once I'm out there

Just me and myself

It's different kind of show.

I want to go home

I'm alone and trapped out here

Let me go, let me be free

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