No Thought Control by fisherpricee
The wall is now broken
My darling has been dear
Now the shepherd is my angel
To conquer me from fears
I shall rise to not fall
To not head a wicked storm
And glance the world with flair
As I escaped in Medieval air
My mind is now at peace
One with the soul, one with the Earth
I once called home
I have no regrets of being told
Now I know that I am gold.
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