Level What Free Is
The sky is grey, doming my head. A beauty here to see and mourn. "Son," you say, "soon you will see the pressure in your heart to lie." I know this empty feeling. I don't know what full is. I know that I am weakening. I don't know what strength is. And if you have the answers for me, would you treat me fair? I know what you are stealing. I don't know what free is. The blood I drain, scolding my skin. Your cry I feel again once more. Now I say, "I know you see the pressure in my heart to die."