The free slave

She thinks she’s free

she’s in control of her dreams.

she’s got  the power in her hands

but she’s got chains on her feet

 

she has it all figured out

life is being in charge

she doesn’t see her hands are tied

and the target is on her head

 

she smiles with her lips

with tears in her heart

she moves in dance

to the beat of her own death

 

They worship the ground she walks on

they cheer her to walk on

slowly she descends to the pit

the darkness of life so short lived.

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