more like a spiritual


Almost a Prayer

Come feel my thoughts, they fly so free
they float on the wind, they fall with the rain
free to imagine
free to create
free to wonder why my wrists are in chains

If I had a wish that was granted to me
I'd wish for the freedom I see in the crane
to fly like my thoughts
wherever I will
to fly from the fact that my wrists are in chains

Sometimes at night, when the stars light my dreams
I think with my soul and not with my brain
I forget who I am
I forget why I'm here
I sometimes forget that my wrists are in chains

One day I'll leap straight up into the air
I'll never come down to the tears and the pain
One day I'll live
a life far more real
than this miserable one where my wrists are in chains



Poetry by Aurora
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Written on 2008-10-06 at 01:30

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Amy Valentina
Hello, it is a really nice one. And may I tell you a simple truth that you already know...
You are already in reality dear that is why you feel the pangs.Good work. I give my appreciations from my heart.
2008-10-06