To have had it all....
To have flown so high
in the sun soaked sky
To have stroked the clouds
that wisped on by
To have inhaled the air
of freedoms wind
To have seen all I am
was, and ever could be.
To be whole
to be free
to fit that piece
that was missing from me.
To have had it torn away...
Of course as high as I did fly
freedom goes with the flick of an eye.
And to the ground I did return
to feel once again the captors burns
Placed back in the box of scrutiny
my senses crushed, loosing me.
But my spirit soars ever still
with the clouds, the sun and freedoms will.
Honorable winner
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