Euphoric Freedom-Edited
From the dust of broken dreams I rise,
the cloud of gloom drifts away I find.
The new height of bliss, I'd never miss.
My crushed heart I hear silently cries,
but the bird in me will never die,
on brisk wings it’ll soar in seamless skies.
I was captive in your contrived cage,
tears drained pain inside from the closed eyes.
Rainbow hues I now see paint my mind.
I'd never miss the new height of bliss,
where euphoric cloud fleet freely flies.
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