The days are numbered
Of defeat, of shame, of my wretchedness
I wanted to fly
But my wings have been tied
I wanted to have my say
But pushed behind, in a corner I lay
The days are numbered
Shackles will be broken, bonds forgotten
Whatever it takes
For freedom shall be mine
And I will fly
Make my foray in the sky
The vast expanse
My reward, shall not deny
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tathastu!
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