Free
A bird in a cage in front of an open window
Dreams of stretching its wings
What we want the most is right in front of us yet always out of reach
I tell myself that I could always run
I want it so bad it burns
I'll swallow the sun to breathe fire
I want to be free
Copyright © Kelly Hawkins | Year Posted 2024
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