Glowing Skies Productions

Crowded together, nowhere to turn.
Struggling for my very breath
No control, I have no control.
Everyone takes; there is no one to give

Promises, promises that cannot be kept
Work hard and learn, be good and succeed
Freedom will come if only I climb
Stepping on others, I will survive

Freedom is mine; I have attained the goal
Freedom is false; I have no control
I had hope, and I struggled; now I have none
I’ve traded my dreams for the nightmare

I am lost; I have no control
It’s all been a trick
There is nothing real
Reality is in the struggle, and the struggle is gone