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Feb 2016
My soul can't hear you
My soul can't speak
For it portrays beauty
In beauty, unimaginable
My soul dreams

The soul is where you can be free
It sparks imagination
It guides your creativity
We all have it, suppressed, maybe
With hope and guidance
It will show you who to be

Let my soul fly
Follow it in flight
For the tandem in our spirits
Connects who we are
In mind
In spirit
In body
And we ride the heavens
We ride the universe unknown
We ride, ride, RIDE into the glories of eternity!

We just need to get past
The pale form of our shell
That contains us in a day-to-day form
A routine fashion
We must seek and find the freedom
That will guide our lives true
Freedom comes from within
No, not from within our bodies
But from within our souls
Join us who fly
And be free
Be free
Free
Written by
Harry Cencer  20/M
(20/M)   
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