These songs of freedom
Locked inside her aching heart
Longing to be released
Yet held captive by the key
Her racing thoughts like horses
Galloping through her dreams
Leaving only dust behind,
Their hoof prints a haven
For each little thought to take root and grow
Beneath the thundering in her ears,
A tiny notion,
A hope,
That freedom lies beyond
And the only way through is in

©SpiritLed 2019

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