You've been held too long
Confined in a den of sinking sand
Your will a tool of their mockery
Their thoughts a potion for your slavery
In your head are thoughts not yours
A piece of their manipulative phenomenal
A slavery in disguise, a game well played
Maybe it's time to fly away, to a world of yours
Like the wind, take your will
You've been lost for too long
Fly away little one, fly away to a land of yours
Where your thoughts are not held in shackles
Gird your loins and wave off distractions
Amidst the cloudy thoughts is that one true voice
Follow it and fly away, far to a land of yours
You've been held too long, fly away and be you.