They make my soul cry
Within itself, within the body
The former longs to be free
Set apart from the turmoil
Of crazy confusions.
Ready to fight but has no voice
Ready to strike, but,
'Don't fight with them
They are lies, just lies
And who cares!'
But I care, I answer, 'I care!'
They eat me up
They crush my soul
'Why say me?' say I
They crawl beneath my skin
My body, they make me numb
These sharp voicing lies
That plunges through me.
For now, my soul will take its fight
To its own independence.
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