The Cage

One fine day I will liberate you from the confines of my heart

Where the rusty weariness leads to heavy breathing
Where the old world values are music to deaf ears
Where the complications of this or that weigh upon your free soul
Where there is neither black nor white, grey always
Where the labyrinth of disappointments hinder the course of imagination

When I liberate will soar like a free soul
And the cage would miss the music of heavy breathing.

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