Free
I pick at my sore until it bleeds...
The cattle drones behind me, I do not heed...
I'm going somewhere cool, but not Tennessee...
Maybe Florida, nestled next to the sea...
Wanna be someone else, but who will I be?
Someone confident and clean, as long as it's not me...
Need to make some cash, yeah that's the key...
Maybe prayer would help, on sincere knees...
Don't get involved is my philosophy...
And don't release a bird unless you want it free...
Copyright © Darrell Hoover | Year Posted 2013
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