But there are loud voices coming from the outside
Just behind the door, I see scrapes of light
As I continue to listen, my hope shatters into pieces
Knowing those promising noise were just lies

At that moment, I knew, I have to be outside
Where voice meets voice
Conversation meets conversation
But sadly, I am one of the deprived

I wailed justice, but then there was darkness
I felt so naked, stripped off of my identity
I don’t long for blood in my hands, just my country
So, please, set me free

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