Flying free

April 10, 2011
By matryoshkadoll97 SILVER, New York, New York
matryoshkadoll97 SILVER, New York, New York
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Puppets on a string
All my life, you’ve been my puppeteer
These chains, had me bound to you
You use to protect me from my greatest fears

I have to run away, breakaway
To the world that’s out there somehow, someway
I need to tear apart from my constraints
Because I no longer belong to you

In the distance, there is a light
With this journey, there comes a fight
The words that make their way through my lips, are formulated by my own thoughts.

No asking yes, to get a no.
I’m flying free, I’m letting go.


The author's comments:
decipher it as you wish ^^

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