Escape For My Free
There's nothing chain on my feet and hand,
That make a sound and break a night.
I'm walking with my own without a
Hindrance that I can step by.
I have a mind to think, what I'm going to do,
And to look forward.
My hand paint my life, but fate
Destruct my piece.
There's a blithe on my lips,
But behind these there's a blemish on my heart.
My blood escape on my body
That made me frail.
My looks was hoping, but my soul was blaming
That always make me suffering.
I need to wake on my slumber and learn
To face the reality, that I cannot say
I'm free if I did not escape on my dream.
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