His shoulders tense, his mind in rage He beats against, his lonely cage And cries out, in the voice of the meek That no longer,shall this beast be weak Metal shatters, in his anger filled hands As once again, he can roam the land This man that broke, the chains of his life To begin again, it just felt so right To choose a path, more of his own Not guided by those, who he had known But, led instead, by his heart and soul To choose a more soothing, appropriate goal He makes his life, from day to day And though he does it, in a new way He's happy and joyous for all of the pain For it taught him to master, his life, once againBirth sign: Not entered
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