He had me locked up tight unable to breathe or fight. Simply a servitude situation, a grand cry in any nation. Looking back now I see, because his lies now I am free. I have released the bitter pain and now I choose to just refrain, from what could have should have been. No longer true a dream begins. It is mine this dream I refer, no longer a debate the core, of my being, of my heart. It is good to be 1000 miles apart.
Much Love 💜 Much Life