For Free
Feathers fall
behind this cheap wood
An eagle turns
into a fly
No place to
spread a wing, too shy
The swan
keeps on wearing a hood.
A pen is
not a pen no more
If ink is
sold to those who prey
For everything
that you can pay
Your soul
is sad your body sore.
The wild is
beaten until tamed
Fire is
cold and just for trade
your right
is lost until you write
That wrong
is right and sign your name...
The cage is
here I know you ache
The more
you smile I see you fake
This world
is small it needs a brush
A string
that sings, a loving touch
The rest
will take itself to rest
Let us be
fine not reach for best
It is in
fine that soul can grow
The peace
of mind that makes eyes glow...
It is in
fine that you can see
That what
you need was always free
DS
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