I wish to speak
but my voice is lost
I wish to work
but my strength is taken
I wish to love
but where is tenderness needed
I am not afraid to step out
but I feel blinded and bound
unable to see and unable to move
I feel trapped in this place
with a number that will never be called
Free to walk but with a purpose unfulfilled
Keep my hope and let me hand you my life
Content to sit forever if it is your fashioning
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