Jul 2014
I cannot wait
To be free
Of the rusted manacles
That have caught and bound me
Never have I tasted
The brim of the sea
Without the strain of these chains
A bird’s wings
Are not meant to be clipped
To be free
Of the rusted manacles
That have caught and bound me
Never have I tasted
The brim of the sea
Without the strain of these chains
A bird’s wings
Are not meant to be clipped
