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Sep 2011
Can I hear a lullaby
Just one more before I die
Can I hear a song so true
That when it's through I am too

A melody to take me home
A tune to send my soul to roam
With the wild horses on the plains
To fly me away on birds that reign

The skies so free and take my heart
To follow home the lonesome lark
To carry me on the evening wind
Never to live never again

Not in something so binding
Something drowning, me blinding
My soul searches to be free
Free of this humanity

May I be just as a breeze
One that maybe you can breathe
And when I fill your lungs
May that song be sung

May I forget what is this mind
Clinging Grasping just to bind
I want more than I have found
The freedom of no inner sound

No thought veering out of control
No mental ground to lose my soul
No mortal coil to hold me here
No experience left of fear

May I come back as naught more
Than a draft of wind to soar
With the falcons and eagles
Never held by such a meager

Sightless breathless lifeless me
Ever wanting to be free
Sing to me that song so true
That when its through so I am too
Written by
Sunny Johnson
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