![]() Freedom in the breeze, rustling of the leaves Take me from this dormant gloom Free me from this empty room Do it now, or do it soon Give me a release Mountains in the distance past I have overcome, at last Only to be stopped dead still Dangling on the window sill Hide from all the things I feel Help me out and help me fast Eyes are open to my plight Protecting me, for me they fight I must meet their expectations Open up to their relations See their love, anticipations But I don't know if they are right |
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