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FREE SPIRIT
Just because you take away my eyes
does it mean that I can't see?
Just because you lock me in a cage
doesn't mean my mind's not free
My heart is kind and loving
and it's right where it belongs
I refuse to be less of man
because of those so wrong
I look for answers to guide me
along the path of life
I humbly ask for God's good grace
to free my world from strife
May the heavens open up to shine on me
and show me the right way
May I find the strength to win the fight
when evil comes my way
The spirits of our fathers
passes through my very soul
I build fires just to warm my bones
and keep me from the cold
When the air is taken from my lungs
and it's time for me to die
Please don't mourn o'er my body
for I was never one to cry
Just raise your hands onto the air
offering me to the soft winds
Then think of me as the great oak
where much of life begins
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Original poem by Tim Stultz
Cambridge Maryland poems and short stories!
 
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