Deepest Hazel eyes.
My soul can not hide the pain.
Darkness overcomes.

My Walls around, lies.
They paint my story picture
And ensnare the weak.

A bird perched alone
A bitter song I sing out
For freedom I long

This prison of self
The tortured soul wants justice
Yet daily I die

My deepest yearning
The unfulfilled dream of youth
My creator knew

To live as a song
Flowing freely up and down
Always moving you

Truth is hard to be
When oppression holds you back
The melody dies

Awake young pilgrim
Arise and take heart, alas!
Your savior cometh

He’s the truth you need
Your burden He’ll gladly bear
Just rest in His arms

No, nothing you need
He loves you as you are now
A beautiful song

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