Wreckage of the broken pieces

I broke some things

When this fire came out

And then the shame and doubt

Was not the fairest of things

To visit on a soul

Struggling so hard

To find her way back to authenticity

What is it in others

That makes them want to chain and yoke a vital spirit

To such a dead weight

That tries to convince this spirit that it cannot fly

And that the soul does not have wings

Is it any wonder

We choose to retreat to nature or our imagination

To find the place where we are free

Beyond the prison of other people

Who only long to put a pin in our neck

Severing our mind from our heart

Is it any wonder

That if we want to find a way to live

Outside of such deadness

We have to become

Set so far apart

From the common world

Of so much control and masquerade

And fear and doubt?

And if we break some things

In order to let the truth out

Lets dance our dance of freedom and rebellion

Amongst the wreckage of the broken pieces

Making no apologies

For wanting to be free