The Stance of Freedom... The time of what we are in, just right now. Keeping doors shut to the outsiders, dare the invaders. Keeping a lookout of what happens to this mystical world, Of hustle and bustle grieved into undefined state of present. Cheering faces locked up inside the dark four engraving walls Of dust and mortalize the souls within to the extremity. Looking out the window, turns self in sigh of nostalgia, Of those days being free which we took for granted,