Was filled with stones and thorns
Now you worry i will walk back
Garland had turned into a shackle
You were the helping metallurgist
From one confinement to another
I light a candle on a cloudy afternoon
It's shadows hide more than they show
The paints in my mind are peeling
You sit on a wall, like a fly
Watch me as i burn my life
Without fire, flames and fume
Free legs still wander around
But my fogged brain stays behind
Unclear, which side of the fence is freedom
BhaShe
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