Let me reach out to you,
Despite the obstacles,
There're no two people in this whole damn world,
Not held back by shackles.
Some gladly fastened by themselves, no doubt,
We're all born knowing naught,
But those just reinforce the other chains,
We're hardly born before we're quickly caught.
Let me show you a little trick I learned,
The farm is a good guide,
Plants are held fast to the earth by their roots,
Still they spread to the sky.
Until they're free,
Their trammels now supports.
What does it matter to be in irons,
When there is nothing you can't grow towards?
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