My Funeral

True freedom is found when i start to betray, the weight of my essence still aware of my presence aware of all my white mistakes, but when there will be no one to shoulder me, on the way I am left unencumbered by the weight. True salvation is found not in living my sins, not enacting to be kind or pure, but living the life of past mistakes, and as the fire in my pyre get carried by the winds, I am left unencumbered by the weight. True death is found not in dying twice, Before turning brown the leaves do wait, as i cut through truth, the truth cuts twice and i am left unencumbered by its weight..