Here I wait behind the gate
to be set free to run my race
This vision of freedom is a lie
an illusion set before my eyes
I feel the straps of restraint
Keeping me in my place
What's this object in my mouth?
Keeping me from speaking out
Why is it only the path I see?
When there's so many wonders surrounding me
Here I wait behind the gate
Set, to run your race
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