simon_says

as the sounds of freedom play..

as the sounds of freedom play over and over in my head...
i walk on and on and see how many people are dying from the
inside out. when you grab onto me and tell me i will never
be set free i look at you in awe as i realize that it's a test and if
i let the words of misery stay with me i will fail to make it to the
place i have made in my head. all who are around me
show me that if i am not weak i will get off of this...place...
won't somebody get me off of this WEAK!