Freedom
Inside a dungeon to do the chores,
only a dog will tend my sores.
Only a window to shed some light,
and only at 12 can I see the light.
Ropes on my hands chains on my feet
and all flat ground, not even a seat.
Someday I'll escape, and be free from that room,
but as of now, my fate is doom.
Who is my master... I don't know,
He'll enter the room, but the face he will not show.
Will you save me, lead me to fredom?
if not I can't blame you, noone else will come.
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