When I was in the cradle,
With closed eyes to the light;
Chains invisible,
Laid on me, tight.

When I was a toddler,
I didn’t see it much.
As I grow older,
It hurt me so much.

When I take a step,
When I cast a glance,
Limited to a strip,
I lose my balance.

If a tree can freely sway,
If a lark can slant ‘r flee,
If a rill can flow its way,
Don’t I’ve the right to be me?

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Invisible chains.