Freedom
Sound of Sanctuary
"Is it best to act as if they don't exist, even though none of them are actually real?"
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"Freedom" written by Clarisa Rebecca Winata, read by Karen Olivia.
Read the full version here:
Long enough was I imprisoned by the so-called saints
I sought for a way out, yet the shackles held me back
My eyes glanced around the room, searching for a light
A light that could help me make out the pitch-black darkness
Penetrating deep into my skin, the shackles dug through my veins
Yet somehow it all became painless, as I finally figured it out
The shackles were only figments of my imagination
Deeply ingrained not into my skin, but into my consciousness
Nothing was real, it was then I found the liberty I had longed
Sweet liberty, how delightful it was to be a free being
Nevertheless, the memories still find a way to haunt me
To disrupt my peace, my stability, and my self steered sovereignty
I keep telling myself to ignore them, they're not real
But they keep on taunting me, day and night, all week long
It's starting to look like they might never fully go away
Thus I now try to spite them away, look at me, I'm free!
They no longer have any authority over me
I collect pieces of my freedom and cherish them deeply
Look at what I've done, and there's nothing they can do to stop me
Then again, who are they to waste my time and energy
Is it best to act as if they don't exist, even though none of them are actually real?
