The crown was never mine,
but mine to triumph;
the joy was never mine,
but mine for trying;
I've broken my freedom
from fixing their honor;
was heavily heard
but reasons were watered;
for I couldn't move,
only I could feel
from their gazes that flash
and shine like my steel;
maybe hands I saw
weren't clutching mine
but inside, my all
felt manuevered in time;
why doubt, I'll confess,
why hesitate,
why have I believed
my freedom's so late;
this urging could halt,
I've grown used in hurts
still, caging my wings
won't smother my words;
I've fallen and fought
not their control;
but test, disregarded
my curtain's call;
but why captured still,
why still raptured worse,
how's my freedom unwilled
to brew its counter-curse?
