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Heaven oh, heaven!

Rain upon me

Close through my fate and night

Please let me be free!


Day when I was born

I was weak but a poem,

Mothering by a love and a kind

Forever I may have them!


I rolled over, and then I sat,

With a voice of my own,

I am lifting my life and the tone

Since that first step forth and down.


Innocence had its expiry

Where it all begun,

God has his own story about me

Locked by self thoughts and the slogan.


I was taught to be afraid,

I was trained to follow,

I was learned how to manipulate,

I was forced my dreams to blow.


Free not I am,

Souls of my dreams if they could,

Every day of my heart to beat

I am getting tired with the load.


If I walk for self,

I am selfish and useless.

If I sit for the talk,

I am still bored and helpless.


Leads of my drama

I took part since birth,

All will fade away including these very seconds,

Not a single day worth saved that smells an earth.


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