I'm Free

March 31, 2015

I can't help to feel free,

It’s as if he gave me my life back.

I can feel the fresh air,

It gives me life with every touch.

I can see my future,

I finally can see my own life thorugh my own eyes.

He left me with a hole,

But he game me my life back.

Finally, I can roam free.

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