• eliii14 23w

    Words seem to fly off the page
    And I'm trapped in an ecstasy of dreams
    It feels like
    All I'm holding onto is air
    The chains that held me to the ground
    And scarred my hands for years
    Are disintegrating
    Just because I let go

    Yet even if I soar through the skies
    The clouds would always be gray
    For freedom does not exist
    Without anything holding you back