Charge

When your freedom
is your prison
and in the darkness
you find your vision
tear down the door
to that cell
dare to refuse
that peculiar hell

When your prison
is your freedom
and shining lights
just make you blind
feel your way
to the window
crawl out and see
what you can find

When you’re staring
down the barrel
of a gun about to fire
you might as well charge
there is no calling higher

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