Tear down just to build
I can be what I want to be
Through my volition
I will cut off these arms
And in their place will be the real me
A pair of wings
To be free
To go further than I ever have before
To soar next to the sun
To make Icarus seethe
In place of my head
I will build a fountain of knowledge
To know the world
To know the past and tomorrow
I will know power
I will know freedom
And with that freedom
I will give it back
To those who can never know it
The way I do
Know it like a lover
The way I do
For me to be free
I need to not be
I need to give it away
To those who cannot free themselves
To those who cannot fight
That is my calling. My purpose. My point.
That is my freedom
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