laya.

Free me
from the shackles of your lie
from the most hidden substance
that I have long been deprived of

Free me
from those clenched fists
where i have long been imprisoned

Free me
from the shadow of uncertainties
to which i no longer belong

Free me
from the strokes of deceit
as my eyes bleed for truth

Free me
from the cries of the innocent ones
because i am now among them

Free me
from the abuse of the madman's tongue
for every word brings aching wounds

Free me,

From all of these;



Free me,

For i am a free man,


waiting to soar.






by: chi ae and pah tee.