Instilled in us at a young age
To tremble with fear at every stage
Without it you would be lost to the wind
Like a bird that hasn’t learned to sing
Fear will protect you from your doom
Hold on to it, or you’ll vanish soon
An armor meant for the weak of heart
Is given to us from the start
Not by choice, is what they say
Wear it true or else you’ll pay
To the skies above you always pray
For an alternative in any way
Born free is every creature on this earth
To roam and wander in endless mirth
But the iron weighs us to the ground
Forced to constantly hammer and pound
They who crave to seize control
They who believe they can eat us whole
They who don’t look to the skies above
Because they don’t believe in enough
An Artist at Heart 