Singing and Soaring High As I Fly As a Bird
My oppressor
yet you bring the surrounding bondage
I was yet sing you withholding me your truce
why you surround me my mind my heart my soul with the Noose
You hang me you can I shall not cry yet
in hanging even though I die
I am like a bird with feathers and wings a crown a grow oven own my soul soars high as I sing as the bird
10/9/19
words by James Edward Lee Sr
Copyright © James Edward Lee Sr. | Year Posted 2019
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