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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