Crumbling to Freedom

We are near to crumble
We are here to feel
It is hard for us to be humble
We are near to kill

The ghost under our bed
Tell us to say a lie
The mere thought inside our head
We are bound to die

Swaying to the bass drum
We are still blinded
The fear, the stuff, we are wounded
When will freedom come?

We are near to the end
As if curse would bend
Freedom will be in our hands tonight
Shining in the armor of light

-Yien

Advertisements

What do you think?

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s