I've Been Through Enough
This place is my mind,
A prisoner, you are mine.
The gates are higher than you can see,
The walls stretch to infinity.
This country is not owned,
In here, you have no home.
Not man, nor mind, nor spirit,
You need not to fear it.
As we cross this land,
Met by not a man.
No limits to our power,
We bloom like a flower.
I will stay near,
So you needn't fear.
I want to speak,
But my words are weak.
We can't be stopped,
Our love won't be topped.
It'll be tough, but,
Don't you think I've been through enough?
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