In the cold walls that surround me
In a pit where darkness rules and there is no light
The world thinks I will be their thrall
And expects my soul to be crushed and my hopes to fall
To mock my existence day and night
But I know my mind
Even in the coldness of isolation, the warmth of hope I feel
In this prison that enslaves me
The world thinks I will be its obedient slave
But when it’s freedom I crave
Nothing will break me
Nothing can stop me
I am in command of my life
I am the blazing torch that melts the chains that bind me
I am the sharp knife,
that cuts the ropes that enslave my soul
I will escape this hell-hole
The cruel world dug for me
To rise higher and soar
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