Fear is rooting you

Drowned in fears your feet become stubborn

Turning into wood you are rooted to the ground of which you stand

Stagnant and no movement, no change, just going slowly deranged

But what you want is more grand

Fear takes a hold of the boldest of hearts

Strength is a dream and liberty is an art

No more shall you cry those forbidden tears

You have wanted this for many years

And now the time has come to be

Well and truly happily free

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