Free To Be Me Extention

July 12, 2013

As I Lay on the cold street

and my heart makes a few more soft beats,

I look up to the sky with one last reply

Let my soul fly so high up in the sky

Let it soar the dark blue seas

Let it go beyond what eyes can see

Let it's wings glide through the stars and galaxies

Let it climb up those beautiful white stairs

Leading me to my person unseen

And let it think of the ups and downs we've been through

But let it also remember the joys and rewards that are waiting

Let it think of hope and life

Let it think of the good things that over come the bad

and let no man condemn or fire his shot gun

Because I am free to be me.

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