Calm like the storm that rages threw the dark ember night,
embraced with the whispers of caged souls and you ask me have we success.
A mind is a hollow place lingering for what more it can possess.
Education is key they say but not for us, not for me.
Chained to the pole, to be or not to be and yet they ask us have we success.
Do not fret my friend one day that will be us at the peek looking down screaming with all our might we are free at last, we are free.