beautiful soul,
you deserve to be free,
yet you walk through a trench of such great misery.

and when a helping hand is drawn,
you wave it away and just keep marching on.

your heart is in shackles,
your thoughts are unclear,
when you sleep, do you dream of having no fear?

for you,
beautiful soul,
have been taught to remain
in the dark, in the gloom, with no hope to sustain.

and you will never know of the world up here,
and the beauty it holds if you had no fear.