The Race

Striving like a rats

Calamitous confusion

Struggling in a cage

 

Free me, let me soar

Stretched on the wind, eagle-like

As the cool wind sighs

 

As day turns to night

Hiding in the cloudy field

Shrouded by sorrow

 

The world turns and burns

Spirits scatter in the light

Rats in the cellar

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