Three children…

Three paths…

Same world…

Different traps…

One child runs where no roads lead,

Lives on light, and sky, and seed.

No commands, no watchful eye,

Just stars above, and wind to fly.

One child learns to sit and smile,

Tamed by praise, by rule, by file.

Told what's right and taught to bend,

Shaped to fit — until the end.

They locked you in… the box they built…

They called it truth… but it was guilt…

You weren’t born to just obey…

You were born to break away…

Wake up now, can’t you see?

The chains were made for your mind, not your feet.

They fear the ones who dream too loud—

So tear the box, and leave the crowd.

You are more than they allowed…

More than they allowed...

Third child stands and waves a flag,

Gives their life for a barcode tag.

Work, repeat. Sleep, submit.

Smile wide. Never quit.

No gods. No gold.

No teacher’s hand to hold.

You were wild.

You were whole.

You were never meant to be controlled...

Wake up now, can’t you see?

The box was built to bury free.

They made you small, they wrote your script—

But still inside, your flame is lit.

You are more than they admit…

You were never meant to fit...

You were never meant to fit...

You were never meant to fit...