Free

There was a time when his every word healed me,
A time when his every glance made me feel full of love,
A time when his caresses were everything to me,
When has time stopped?
When has the clock ceased to function?
Wings that have been cut,
Words that are meant to be left unsaid,
Hands that have turned into strangers,
A whisper that has turned bitter,
When did the seasons change?
I go up,
I go up and feel you,
But you grab me by the ankle and pull me down.
Why do you that?
I want to fly even if it’s dangerous,
I want to dream,
I want to see,
Let me break free.

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