In case she doesn’t find me at Thema
I have been holding on to these bars
Yearning for my freedom
Hoping another day I see better days
Lurking through the corner of this prison cell
There is a price for freedom
I paid the warder, there is nothing left
This prison cell, this heart
These words, even these echos
Bellows the emptiness of this place
Looked out for footsteps, heard none
Listened to the splendour of the outer world
Saw nothing but the emptiness
So if she never makes it
Tell her, I am free.
It is ok.
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