What's stopping me?
Am I a chained gladiator bound to fight and suffer,
And be a means of amusement to others?
Am I cursed to push a boulder
To the top of a mountain?
No, I am free, free as high flying falcon
Free as the king of the jungle
Ready to rush on my own will.
I'll not sit here anymore,
Holding my head in my hands, sobbing.
I will not bother to think how I look,
In the thoughts of somebody.
So if I just stand up and walk
Nobody would stop me.
I just have to walk.
