Deprived of Freedom
No longer is there hidden magic behind the moon; its eternal glow no longer accompanies my steps. Now I drive by day, and as soon as dusk approaches, it locks me in, and I feel deprived of freedom.
No longer is there hidden magic behind the moon; its eternal glow no longer accompanies my steps. Now I drive by day, and as soon as dusk approaches, it locks me in, and I feel deprived of freedom.