Our Freedom

We fall down
So that we rise higher.
From the dark pits
of shallowed thinking,
and unreal mediocrity.

We get bruised,
so that we heal.
From the abuses,
And biased views
of immature minds.

Hurdles wouldn't matter eventually
Neither the ones who placed them,
for we carry in our hearts
The light that'd shine bright.
For we carry in our eyes
The hope that'd last forever.
For we live the tide
That'd make us feel free.

Flying away from the cocoon,
flapping the colorful wings
Trying to reach a place so far
Where our heart truly sings