Cut away the strings
That have wound me in service
Forging, the gorges and peaks of tomorrow

Free these trained arms and legs
So I’ll sink into the fog
On the awaited crusade to myself

Level these judging walls
So my voice may soar into daylight
Gathering the ballads of the lost

Sever the wires
That sustain me on sweet delusions
Let their sparks fizzle out in the past

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