Place Of Relevance

So isolated and alone

trapped in a prison cell

For years the tools of my employ

communicated well

Adjustments now more difficult

my whole life rearranged

Soon the moment will arrive

and everything will change

The chains that hold me very close

will fall upon the floor

I’ll run away from everything

and will come back no more

I’ll fly away on angel’s wings

then soar beyond the stars

I’ll find a place of relevance

a body without scars

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