Enough of your bouquets of freshly cut woes,
I´d prefer freedom upon the wind that blows,
No more fields of those wept harvested tears,
Upon waves, I´d rather swim away from fears.
No more listening to the harsh & hurtful
words,
I´d rather fly above utterings, on wings of
birds,
No more pleading upon my sore bended knees,
Give me prayers, whispered upon passing breeze.
Enough of golden cages & silken binds that
tie,
I´d prefer high skies above & space enough
to fly,
Enough of velvet words & love that tightly
strains,
It´s time to walk away from newly broken chains.
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