Free
I’ve often wondered what it means to be free
To run with the wind and swim with the sea
To fly with the birds and knowing endlessly
That I’ve found the place I’m meant to be
Sadly I don’t know how this could be reality
For I am forever trapped yelling hopelessly
For a saviour come to save the best part of me
In my dreams I cry for even a glimpse of “free”
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