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Freedom is my goal

And in this hour of need you left me wanting in the rain
I ached for the sun but the sunlight never came
Blisters formed upon each sole encumbered by this gravity
And I asked not to be consoled or for incumbent charity

I never wanted to come here and face this castigation
The truth remains a burden not to usurp procrastination
Levity? Are you serious, I don�t know what it means
I�m shaken to the core, falling apart at the seams

Do you know anyone who fixes the unfixable?
Oxymorons are absurd when the future�s unpredictable
This desert leaves me parched pass me some red wine
I will turn it into water and make the figure eight a nine

Did these voices need to be here for they cloud this little brain?
And you will not answer my questions, though I present them time again
This spirit offered an answer once but now it�s full of dread
Little fairies waved a magic wand and pickled my poor poor head

Miles and miles of ocean thrashing wildly out of fear
You gave me a buoy, it�s not exactly a boat my dear
Well I�ll wait for a while, but I never was patient
You called me mysterious, try bland or pretty vacant

Still gravity has her way, leaves little to be desired
I sit here and pray, Lord, I�m really rather tired
This world remains a mystery, the mystery�s oppressed
Tried to speak the truth, but instead she got undressed

So, I will wait, for the sun to say something, anything
But you can forget letting go, all I ever do is think
As the sunlight bores a hole I�m consumed by this fire
Freedom is my goal, now we are down to the wire