Free My Soul

Dear sky, open your bosom;

And receive my soul from earth;

I feel trapped inside a lifeline;

Which has neither joy nor mirth.

They say a soul chooses its lifeline;

But how can mine choose a life,

With no wealth, no support, no love,

No partner or friend except endless strife?

Am tired of pretending all is right;

My soul must have made a mistake;

Day in day out I meet more apathetic souls;

They and I fake smiles that look so fake.

Each night as I try to sleep, I dream,

Gulping pills together to free my soul -

From this bondage, with the soul rising up;

To blend with the higher light, its goal.

This night, let this dream come true;

Help me find pills that'd set my soul free;

Let an angel enter and be my guide;

And you sky open its bosom for me.