Staring deeper into the abyss
I realize it’s not you that I miss
I miss the freedom
The way the air tastes in the open
The simple beauty of freedom
My lifestyle is known by few
And those few are seldom known
And their faces may not be shown
For we are wanted
For crimes unseen
Including escaping the hell in which they kept us
The place they held in our bodies, as well as our souls
Tormenting us
Holding us in with their iron bars
Leaving us with everlasting emotional scars
We are now free
However our freedom truly isn’t
We are forever bound to hell
But we must always tread on
Keeping our heads low
And our tracks gone
If we are caught, however
Our false freedom will disappear
And from us, you will never hear