Freedom

 I WILL not follow you, my bird,
 I will not follow you.
I would not breathe a word, my bird,
 To bring thee here anew.


I love the free in thee, my bird,
 The lure of freedom drew;
The light you fly toward, my bird,
 I fly with thee unto.


And there we yet will meet, my bird,
 Though far I go from you
Where in the light outpoured, my bird,
 Are love and freedom too.

Form: Lyric

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