So many thoughts, that I conceive,
So many, that I'd not want to believe,
A world, as if a dark dream...
Sometimes I wish I could scream.
I'm an unbound soul, lost and forgotten,
Ruled by none, and yet self-begotten,
Through knowledge, culture and glories;
My only pride is spun out in stories.
A world in shadows is all I can see;
Few care, of whether we're free...
Many would bring hope in the night;
A world, dominated by eternal fright.
