Tired of the weigh that isn’t mine
Of circling shadows around my light
Of performing in a theater of bruised egos
Full of manipulating mosquitoes
Being pulled by strings I never tied
Being silenced when I never lied
Tried to paint me as the storm
I was only trying to breathe on
Tangled in the chaos reasoning with madness
Trying to reclaim my dignity with sadness
In the wreckage I forgot I’m not made for prisons
Born with wings I am now risen
So let them play their games
Let them script their scenes
I chose the sky – wide, quiet, unapologetic
Long road to home feels quite prophetic
Freedom isn’t loud , it doesn’t need an audience
Tastes like warm toasty coffee in silence
Feels like truth is humming in my bones
Sun on bare skin the guiding light shone
Even if it’s steep and if I limp
I let go and let them win
I’m not a prisoner in someone else’s play
Not a zoo animal for fun and display