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Trapped
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Religion Blue eyes sparkling sunshine
Golden blonde hair flowing in the wind
Lips justly parted to escape the sigh of contentment.
You’re just one of his creations
Who needs a little light
You’re just one of his creations
Hiding from the light.
By the old oak tree, you feel so free
Flying through the air
Like a dove released, flying free.
But you’re one of his creations
You’re not a dove in the air
You’re swinging on the swing.
A human without wings.
So tell me your thoughts
Your angelic face, your innocence
You do not have to hide
Show some of your pride.
But your eyes are raining
Deep down they are puddles
Your lips curved in a pout
You feel trapped beyond this world.
You’re one of his creations
Who needs a little light
You’re one of his creations
Hiding from the light.
