Price of freedom

I never left my cage made of straw and clay
Not until I got a taste of freedom one day
I stretched my wings out an inch just for the high
Now these days they're full span and I get lost in the skies

Eventually I will crash

There is always a price to pay

But that's how freedom works

You must sacrifice to get away


  • Cave_Dweller

    I like how it made me look at freedom in a different way.

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