I'm confined in the walls that I hire.
The rules control me as I'm lacking the fire.
I feel someone's crawling inside my vains.
That's the soul of desire that I still retain.
It's pinching me hard so my blood gets clot.
And I press it further to turn it into blots.
I need to wipe it out but I have to leave a mark.
I'm full of power; all I need is a spark.
I'm standing on a rooftop and I feel like jumping
towards the door where my dreams are crumping.
I'm a stupid soldier in the battle of life.
But I got to be brave while I'm holding the knife.
I finally run as I chase my dreams.
My hopes are smiling like the shining beams.
Then I see my people shading the dazling tears
that reflect the light to end all my fears.
Another brilliant one! The last four lines say it all.
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