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THE LAST TRAIN TO GULAG
It’s late
I empty my mind
I stare at the floor
My chains look intertwined
The landscape is frozen
so is my former glory
The telltale signs
Fade away like a morning glory
I want my freedom back
I want my freedom back
I feel the lack
Taken away by those who broke free
will’s back
I didn’t crack
I need to be free
I need to be me
Even in the face of mayhem, ridicule
and adversity
The train seems to slowly grind to
a halt
I’ll end up like a dried up abandoned Kasbah
Nothing but shrill filled with
dread
For their gloating eyes to see
But that spark
That perpetual fire
Will never abandon me
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