Freedom of a Beggar

Ask for everything when you can lose Soon you will, all that you can use Rose-tint my world in a shade of green Now you can't speak, you are the queen Freedom is a point of view Your locked jail is true I do believe you owe me what's due Freedom is a point of view The distance is minuscule Spacious difference is infinite There seems to be more space Between minds across the universe I will keep you hidden away For you're molded straight from clay Oh my dearest, hopeless doll I will never allow you to fall Freedom is a point of view Your locked jail is true I do believe you owe me what's due Freedom is a point of view My poetry is meaningless On the scale of everything There is more to life Than simple passing