Detaching
And then as time pass
I just sit and stare, sit and stare
Ruthlessly shoved out of the way like an object
And used whenever they please
Whenever they decide its time for the little doll to play.
But no more of the little doll
No more shoving and no more forcing
As the light clears out the shadows
I will clear what I feel and keep going.
I won’t abandon hope cause is the last thing to die
I will stop mourning over the cloths that block the sun from my path
Those cloths will burn with the fire of my ire
And my path will be cleared.
No more shoving away, no more using the little doll
No more little doll, not even their Muppet
Cause as god gave me free will I shall use it
I’ll clear my path and they might not see trace off me again
I’ll escape from this dungeon
I shall be free from this tempest
I shall be free from these chains that are attached right into my nerves
I shall not lose the nerve and not look back.
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