aung san suu kyi's birthday is this week, and damo-stylee i wrote this for her. don't have a title yet so any suggestions are welcome!
i've been here so long
i can't call this home
cos in truth, it's my jail.
my cities have changed
but i don't know in what ways
seems like i'll just never leave
let me be
set me free
let me be
set me free
i don't know what i've done
and now it's all wrong
this wasn't what i'd planned at all
and now i'm getting older
and the nights, they're getting colder
my parts, my title and my perfect soul
have been stolen from me
let me be
set me free
le me be
set me free
give me back my promised nation
love and hope our salvation