Freedom of Thought

A thought of the past flies condemned by the wind. No more released than held deep within. Bringing to surface this pain and this guilt, And so I must now face this bridge I have built. Regardless of truth, of fact, or of lie. Its faith that brings light to an old midnight sky. Awake or asleep, my conscience still follows. Behind broken dreams, my future scopes hollow. In time of redemption, of fear, and of hope. It is truly my chance to tighten the rope. Hung like a noose, yet closed like a cell. My feelings of somber reroute me through hell. Starting to win, or winning to start. An uncertain heart starts drifting apart. Put me to sleep, but don't close my eyes, for i wish to see my thoughts as they fly.