more like a spiritual
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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Almost a Prayer
Come feel my thoughts, they fly so freethey 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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