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The pod hung just like an ornament

Out on a limb, out on its own

Where wind and water wanted to go

To wake the dreams of wings to unfold



As I witnessed the pulsating struggle of the infant adult

Trying to find its place in a world of clones

Orange and black and dusty clothes

I knew then, that life is about being part of a whole



As the angel released its hesitant hold

Its wings made the wind blow

And, up it arose

Into a sky it was born to roam



Now, I know, freedom is about leaving home

And, building a life you can love

However simple, however humble the road

It’s about footsteps you take and not about following the stones



The pod hung just like an ornament

As the angel released its’ hesitant hold

Now, I know, freedom is about leaving home

As I witnessed the pulsating struggle of the infant adult