Sunday, 25 January 2015

freedom (is calling my name)

I hear freedom calling
It is calling my name

What kind of echo is this
The feeling is so deafening

I can't hear myself speak
Let alone hear my own thoughts

I must be in heaven
Maybe if I tuned in like a radio antenna

I could learn to be free
Because it is all that I dream of

24/01/15

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