Freedom is a lonely word
When others choose a path for me
And knowing what the choice will bring
Required, still, to turn away
From everything that might have been
Had love been there to close the door
And kept the candle burning.
No more the truth, for truth brings pain
But pain is how we learned to sleep
Among the rocks, below the trees
Above the world that tore our souls
And keeps our hearts forever chained
To lives that have no meaning.
But pain belongs to others now
The path is clear; the past has gone
Away toward another dream
Where love is never cast aside
And made to live in shadowed rooms
Without the hope that kept us warm
When life was meant for laughter.
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