The final script’s been returned
My role is smaller than before
I’ve been only betrayed
Nothing’s stopping me from walking (out of the door).
Trust so easily broken
I wonder what it meant
They’re above the social contract?
Rules so easily bent.
Sitting on a cliff top
I can see the world
Wishing I was flying
For my wings to be unfurled.
I need no one by myself
I can get me through
Leave behind this frail existence
Discover me anew.
(A voyage of self-recovery)
The pieces of my life
Scattered far and wide
Shattered by a knife.
Slow but sure
My path is true
I know the way
That people do.
To whom it may concern:
If I am not again
On this earth seen
Know what I was and will be
And what I could have been.
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