I want to break free

I need to fly
Let the wind blow me away,

Far…far…far away

Where the wind can dance and sway
Through the flowers poised in array

Where a butterfly be the queen
And be the trees alive with green

And be no winter any more
And be no need to bolt a door

O God, how I need to break free
To break free the chains of being me.

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Anonymous said...

But don't you like winter ?