Freedom in hearse

Tears dropped from the sky
Rivers turned into acrid dry
The sun wailed and cried
The day my freedom died…..

The world releases a deafening laugh
When I chicken-out to its bluff –

My success is my failure
I live in society’s allure

Not my own
Not my own…

This is a Faustian bargain
Can you buy my soul
To release from this pain
And rescue me as I fall.