Looking out at this desolate place before me
Not an ounce of despair, grief or longing felt
A silent comfort is the hue emanating
We could truly disappear if we wanted to
No one would know
The chance to be free is finally here
None in this land will take it
While they may dream of open fields & a life so free
All they really want is to talk about it
Then go back to the rest of the mediocrity
We are not so different, any of us
Scared children is what we are
Not brave or strong
If we were life would be very different
Willing slaves to rules we don’t know
That’s what we are

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