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Confined to the cage that you built for your self
How can you tear down the walls
The labor of love that you toiled to break free
Is what your prison's made of
The mask that you keep by the out door
does shine, you wear it with with only your pride
The shackles do shake, and creak while you walk
The dance is a memory of old
You wonder awhile, is this what I've made,
you question your reason for life
You ask of yourself if you want to be free,
a choice is a way to decide
A sudden wind sings, a note in your ear
is this the way to what I want?
You think of a time, when singing a song,
was all that it took to believe
We wander alone, in spite of ourself,
stumbling just to survive
We answer the question that we thought we'd ask
and question ourselves once again
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And as she plays,
her sweet song of laughter
floats through the air
and warms my heart
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