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I feel like I want to scream, I feel like I want to cry, I want to crawl under a rock and die. I think to myself I would be better off dead, that way I can be in heaven with you instead. But I'm here on earth with all this chaos and crime, left to wonder when will it be my time. I know this poem sounds sad, because I feel like a frog without his lily pad. With no place to call my own, the question still remains "Where is home?" Do I have a home of course I do, it's right up there with you. Sorry to portray myself as a cop-out, the fact is that I'm a high school dropout. I can't shout, I just want to scream, all i want is a little bit of life's ice cream. I'm flipping out, and I'm tripping, ain't stole nothing and i ain't pimping. Everything seemed okay in the beginning, or to say the least I thought. I'm just a chicken with it's head cut off, I'm a bird without wings, a tree without any leaves, I just want to be released. When will it be my time to fly in the big blue sky amongst the white clouds that hang so high? When will I soar to the point where i can touch a rainbow and know that there is a pot full of gold on the other side. When will it be my chance to fly? Release me for my purpose that I might make a change through your power, cause me to fly above life limitless towers. Release me into my destiny, I plead, as my soul cries out my heart bleeds. Release me to fly, the question still remains when, I want to be released.
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