Freedom From Silence

Sect. 1

Good morning. Are you growing?

Are you ready to learn?

You’re now part of this world,

And there is no return.

There is so much to experience.

I can’t wait to see all you become,

Please don’t let the difficulties become weariness.

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I want to see all I could become.

When do I get to learn where I came from?

For sights and sounds are all abound, I refuse to stay on the ground.

The world chants my name,

I scurry about with naive excitement you can’t blame.

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Your growth-soaked curiosity might just be the death of me.

Some things aren’t to be seen just yet,

But you’ll see it when you’re ready, don’t you sweat.

It’s important to say how you feel, you need to be real,

You’ll just need to show respect to truly connect.

There is so little you know.

I admit that your frustration is true,

Life is very hard to go through.

But there is too much to life I’ve experienced and you haven’t,

Just trust that for now, I know the best for you.

Sect. 2

Good morning.

I am ready to learn,

You’ve brought me to life,

Now there is no return.

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There are many things I want you to dismiss.

You’re going to get lost if you don’t listen to me.

It may feel untrue, but I know what’s best for you.

As long as you follow as I say,

You’ll turn out alright, don’t you worry.

I’ll protect and care for you,

And life will be over in a hurry.

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But what about all that exists?

Don’t I get to see and experience the world for what it is?

I want to see all I could become.

Aren’t I allowed my own life? I’m not your doll,

To be pulled to and fro, left without a choice.

You’ve got to let me fall, to learn, to crawl.

It’s past your time, allow me my voice.

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Rejoice, little one.

Just follow me, and all will come with ease.

Quit with this whine,

I’m not cruel, You’re fine.

I just want my love for you to shine through.

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Is this love?

Tied down, unable to make the most of,

All there is, and all that’s fun?

I’m sad, I’m suffocated,

I don’t see the point of anything,

Time and time again I’ve waited,

Through all these words you’re puking.

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Enough, you’re mine. My child, my pride.

Quit acting so wise, I don’t know what you think opened up your eyes,

When you cried, in my arms I would let you hide.

The rest of the world is not for you,

There is too much trouble to get into.

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I’m sorry, you’re right.

You’ve given me a good life.

I spoke out of spite,

And frustration.

My thoughtless actions,

Have forgotten the admiration,

I hold for you.

Sect. 3

Good afternoon.

I have learned so much,

All I needed was a gentle nudge,

Thank you for the preparation to life,

Now I recognize wrong from right.

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All you’ve done and all you achieved,

Couldn’t make me any prouder,

When you were younger you grieved,

You feared you would be me,

But now, do you see?

I love you,

Not because of who you aren’t,

But because of who you are.

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It’s so bizarre,

Life left me with so much fear in my heart,

But now there is calm,

I want to see all I could become.

I am ready for it,

I’ll make the most of any crumb

Or bounty of life given.

What is life if you’re not driven.

For those not given motivation,

Or provided a foundation,

Find yours within yourself if needed,

But don’t let the advice of others go unheeded.

It may be hard to fold,

And listen to someone who is old.

Sometimes they’re wrong,

But truth be told,

Even from mistakes and fakes can you find gold.

Pay attention to each and every detail,

Live life content without going off the rails.

Not everything can be avoided,

But listen to the voices,

That are wiser than you who want to give you the truth.

It was hard to accept what you tried to teach,

I would wonder if you liked the sound of your voice,

And that was why you’d choose to bore me with such a long speech,

I find myself now in your shoes,

Trying to help others know what to choose.

It’s funny how the circle completes itself,

You become the one you wanted to repel.

I’m sorry for any remark I made,

We both now know I knew no better,

So many different words I would trade

Without a doubt and full of pleasure.

To better a mind, a mouth, a time

That was clueless, thoughtless,

Maybe even stupid.

Sect. 4

Good afternoon. Do you see me sinking?

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What do you mean?

What are you thinking?

Have you not a world of opportunity?

Every sacrifice I made for you,

Each consequence of life I granted you impunity.

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I have so much yet to learn,

Why did you do this to me?

You claim immunity as protection,

But is suffocation affection?

Why did you never give me my turn?

There was no preparation of my own life.

I barely know wrong or right.

And now to survive is strife.

All about me that is strange,

Everything I need to change,

It’s just a reflection of what you are,

Quando que você vai acordar?

I am just like you.

And this is why you love me, isn’t that true?

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You act as if I cast your life to shambles,

Complaining about me as if my purpose was to antagonize,

Quit wasting my time with these thoughtless rambles,

as if the snippets of life you’ve caught mean something.

Something enough to start to gamble,

What I am to you, to be no longer trusting.

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It must mean something, if you begin to chastise

It means enough that each time I mention it,

You expect me to apologize.

But now that I know better, do you really expect me to submit?

I realize enough to know that something is wrong,

Wrong to allow you to make me feel this way.

As I’ve gotten older, I’ve learned how to be strong,

And to keep my fear at bay.

It was hard to outgrow the habits,

I spent so much time finding my balance.

From time to time again, I find myself falling down,

Proofs of my failures all around,

Despite this, I can’t let it define me,

No matter what you did and what I wasn’t able to,

I am determined to find me.

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What could you mean with “what I did and you didn’t”,

Child, what are you if not pretending to be indignant?

I am your parent, and I did what was better,

Now please, you’re acting so different.

Parenting put me under so much pressure,

Don’t pretend as if you didn’t know, as if I didn’t find you significant.

All that was done was for your own good,

Now go back to acting as you should.

I don’t demand much, just a child that’s decent.

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Do you want a child who is decent, or a child who is convenient?

Don’t speak to me as if you’re blessed with reason,

When not even I your child am still believing,

That you have my best interests in mind,

A child who is easy may just be a child who is sneaky.

Your manipulation to me was not kind,

It was not one that made me happy,

I almost worry you are just blind.

And sad, or crabby.

So much about me that I still need to find.