poetry by The ArcAngel
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poetry by The ArcAngel
@michaeldavid365965

1 year ago

To be Free


I do all am told to do
I do All I must do to survive
Yet my purpose in this realm is yet to be known
I shout at the top of my voice
And no one hears
But the songs I sing in silence
Speaks the loudest
In the morning of my death
We shall all gather
For you it will be a mourning
For me it Shall be a celebration
For I will finally be free
To fly and to see
To feel and to touch
To finally let go
My mind into the wind
O, what a blessing that would be
Freedom freedom
Freedom at last

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