Freedom (Ad Libitum)

Bm                 

I haven't felt freedom in a while

I am struggling to remember when I last felt it

F#

And inside my confine-ment I relent

I protest, I relentlessly ingest, all things serene and kind

A           

I am tired, and I haven't felt 

E

freedom in a while

         G               D

I am tired I am scared that I'll never feel it without a hand in these hands of mine

Em                              F#

I am scared and I'm tired I'm chasing a dragon whose existence isn't even verified

            Bm

So last night, I cried

                    F#

I cried with stones, and I cried with sticks

Bm

I played grown man, the best friend, the brother, 

         F#

I played strong, I played resilient, I played intimidating, I confide

I haven't felt freedom, in this palace of mine

So I smile, I try, I build, I strive

I seek comfort in creating for you

What was never mine

A

Trigger warning!

There are no triggers in this poem

E

Trigger warning!

This poem doesn't end with a cry

G

Trigger warning!

I said I want to die, metaphorically, inside

D

At the altar of solitude and servitude

Em

I'll watch from afar

F#

As if I live on a whole different land, a continent, or an isle.

I am tired 

And inside

All mine

I try

All rains

They fall

Instride

I try

Bm    F#               A              E

I seek comfort in creating for you

G                        D

What was never mine

Em

In this altar of solitude, all mine, on this isle, inside

F#