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To Be Free
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All of Me These chains that hold me down
Denying the craved for freedom.
Oh to be a winged bird,
Soaring, floating above all.
To grasp at such keys,
To the outdoor of freedom,
Those that border the edge of tangibility.
Oh to be an innocent child,
A smile achieved easily enough,
To understand nothing,
And yet everything too,
Alive like the forest.
Oh to have such pure, simple faith,
An unwavering, unbroken trust given eternally,
Like that of a dog for it's master.
To exist in such a world,
Without questions or explanations.
Oh to be free.
Free of emotions,
Hate, anger, guilt, fear,
All swept into oblivion,
To be without such passions,
To be empty.
