Set Free
Locked within a cell of clay,
was a soul that longed to fly.
To play among the distant stars,
where light-years twinkle by.
Now, clay is turned to ashes,
and bars to liberty.
No longer bound in earthen shell,
the raptured soul is free.
Copyright © William Robinson | Year Posted 2005
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