I see the soldiers and yet, freedom is not a lover I have held in many nights.
He is an alluring archetype of all my desires
He is the peace of mind I wish to have at night.
When my skin turns to ragged pieces of cloth that used to ring peace
She is the one who carries me to a bed filled with corruption but to only whisper "This is the land of opportunity"
My body is a temple, but one long forgotten by the immigrants that built me
He holds my trembling body to see the scars of the tags that were placed upon me as a child.
Peeling back my skin, but to no avail
......
I see the soldiers and yet, freedom is not a lover I have held in many nights.
He is an alluring archetype of all my desires
He is the peace of mind I wish to have at night.
When my skin turns to ragged pieces of cloth that used to ring peace
She is the one who carries me to a bed filled with corruption but to only whisper "This is the land of opportunity"
My body is a temple, but one long forgotten by the immigrants that built me
He holds my trembling body to see the scars of the tags that were placed upon me as a child.
Peeling back my skin, but to no avail
......