The fateful evening
Spent the evening on a beach,
He had his eyes on my peach.
Next day morning, thought he'd talk to me
But he talks to you and I feel free -
Free to go and be me.
But he doesn't want to set me free.
I'm stuck in his web of lies,
And just when I think no one hears my cries,
I feel the almighty by my side,
And I stride with precision and pride,
Towards a direction that changes our tide.
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