Desperate I tried not to loose
But my mind held me by a noose
My nomad soul, imprisoned tight
To this fiction - of emotional might
Behind closed eyelids I made it right
Waking up deciding to fight
Lika a drug I had to shrug
cast away this awful rug
I've returned to soar so high
The one and only Mireneye
But my mind held me by a noose
My nomad soul, imprisoned tight
To this fiction - of emotional might
Behind closed eyelids I made it right
Waking up deciding to fight
Lika a drug I had to shrug
cast away this awful rug
I've returned to soar so high
The one and only Mireneye
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