Either this is freedom or trust
This isn't something on my list of must
It's something as irritating as rust
And as unwanted as dust
I'd rather live under the power of rules
And to be limited only to my to-dos
Because as much as it turns my rainbows to blues
It still brings me closer to the clues
The clues of what it feels like to carry
An emotion so magical like a fairy
Which The Son received through Mother Mary
An overflowing love that forbids when necessary
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