The Loosening Grip of an Oppressor

I've exhausted all of my options

From escaping this world I’ve razed

For I have enslaved

I must atone

To begin is thus

Break this hold



Climb I must

To exalt this dream

Like rising dust

I have tainted air



We are homing souls

This time our King will fall



On waist I sit in retrospect

I can hear approach

Now elevate



On shoulders I gaze on face

It is mine

Though age has graced



Falling down I see this

Crown release oppression

Falling down, approaching

Is this palm, this irony



Crown release oppression

Is this palm, this irony



I'm coming home

To be reborn