We all have our cages, maybe we should try and find a way out.
Like a lion caged and angry
as the hordes come and gawk
like an eagle who’s wings have been clipped
and all he can do is walk
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like a man made eunuch
before his prime came in
solid food made abundant
to a man who is way too thin
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society has been made helpless
freedom is but a gilded cage
for what matters if we are made supreme
and against displeasure we rage
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why do we hide from the pain
why do we seek status quo
how are we to become divine
if sheltered from the light we can never grow
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tested like children in school
each and every day
whether we will pass or fail
it is not know for us to say
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but we can keep our love
our hope and divine sight
keep what matters to us
and stay close to what is right
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for no mater what we are told
we know where we should be
we have our moral guides
and that will set us free
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for morality will set us free.
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