Freedom Free From Myself
Why am I raped?
Am I not good enough
Am I a trash
Why so messed up
Why so childish
When will I ever be a giraffe
I want to be a lion
Why can't I just be matured
So young so confused
I am a lost rat
Wondering off the streets
So powerful so eager
I roam around the world
I spread my wings like a eagle I fly
Searching for a better tomorrow
The immature has lowered it's wings and fell to the ground
I am mature
I am a youngster who just wants a better tomorrow
The best for our country
Because we are not free
Freedom is just a concept
I still respect those who fought for our freedom
Even thou we disrespect them through our actions
What does freedom actually mean to you?
Does it mean doing whatever you want?
I say to you rapists
You have to free yourself from yourself
Then you will feel the taste of freedom
The sweet honey and milk of freedom
Because now it's still sour and bitter to you cold hearted
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