To sell my soul for freedom <br /> <br />To sell you souls <br />To see right and wrong <br />Devil and god or some higher and lower power there in, who do you sell it to, or shall I say, whose rules are you following, to who the price we do pay. For all I can see is but one, look in the mirror and see them looking back at you. What are these rules that chain you, is freedom bad that it labels you a sinner. Is making another sad the bad we hide from. For you have no such power over another, gifts you can give but control is all there's. To much control through a them all off balance, adds to the illusion <br /> <br /> <br />Paper gives us that illusion of control until we think we own the other ones soul <br /> <br />Try and capture me and I will not want to stay <br /> <br />Let me be free and I will not go away<br /><br />Boring Alice<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sell-your-soul-2/
