Freedom

by FELTON PHILLIPS   Dec 30, 2007


A bird in flight gliding on unseen currents,
defying the earth's beckoning call

Clouds silently moving pushed by hands unseen,
defying the forces to make them fall

The wind moving along on an unknown path,
cannot be stopped is freest of all

The birds, the clouds, the wind, you and me
have something in common you see

Our natural state just like theirs is simply to be free

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