Fear to be Free

The world as seen through mist and tears
The torment of her thoughts and fears
Her hope and faith, lost through these years
Fading dreams on the tip of her mind

Empty pockets and a crying baby
Trapped in circumstance and legal fees
The cost of freedom hurts to pay
The price of seeking the unknown destination

Tortured fingers clasping tight
Tortured heart, not beating right
The beast of consequence sitting on her chest
So hard to breathe. So many regrets.

So it wasn’t what she thought it would be
Greener grasses may be a myth
Soon she will run out of tears
And find the strength to take that first step

And so the journey begins
Throw your head back and spread your wings
Toss aside the fears and chains
Begin to live once again

Do you remember how?


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