Freedom


Maybe I was meant to be
more than this so called me,
maybe I was born free,
no cage could hold me.

Like the caged bird,
it sings of being free,
never will he see the rising of the sun. 
Yet still as if he were free,
you can hear his beautiful song.

I am the caged bird,
hear me sing of freedom and of the air,
my voice will travel far and wide,
in my breath there is freedom,
in tides it rolls off my tongue.

I dear to set brush fire’s within your minds, it is a revelation upon revolution,
a great time for change,
soon I will break free from my chains.

© By Amanda D Shelton

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