The Freedom to feel, 

A freedom denied, 

A life without appeal, 

The shutting of the eye. 

A heart without its lips, 

A soul without its tongue. 

Joys that touch the skin, 

Sensations long gone numb.

A man was meant to chase, 

The mind was meant to run, 

The freedom of time and space, 

What a prison they’ve become. 

Without the will to choose, 

Without the right to feel, 

The heart learns to hide its truth, 

As its soul turns into steel.