| I'm Alive |
| my thoughts |
| in all |
| pure |
| but I'm |
| my indignation |
| I've got |
| they thought |
| never what |
| but I'm |
| wanderings |
| and my |
| of me |
| They think |
| they bought |
| in cages |
| across |
| I come |
| Everyone |
| be you |
| It would |
| me at home |
| to keep |
| someone |
| there was |
| If ever |
| that pull |
| are places |
| gravity |
| Holding me like |
| or I'll have to go |
| Don't come closer |
| so I can breathe |
| the one that's me |
| will accept |
| All my destinations |
| I ask silently |
| an empty cup |
| Lifting up |
| is no way to be free |
| on bended knee |
| foundation |
| let not the people be your |
| not any of these |
| not those in-between |
| not the old men |
| not the young men |
| not the old girls |
| not the youg girls |
| foundation |
| let not the people be your |
| writer |
| be a |
| want to |
| so you |