If I could walk
In the shoes of those
Who've chose
A direction for their journey
I'd pick open my locked handcuffs
I'd wear my warm earmuffs
I'd put my sandals away
For a rainy day
Soaked above the waist
But now it's all cut and paste
Tell me; How does it taste?
Freedom; if not just a word
Sometimes we all have to believe
That we all can succeed
In getting what we need
Even if we have to bleed
To get what we need
What are you embarrassed for?
Why can't you just choose a door
And slip confidently
Into your destiny?
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