Freedom Sings
I'm out on the highway
driving along
the radios playing
my favorite song
The wind in the trees
is whispering please
the sunshine is shinning
I'm travelling free.
I'm there in that moment
enjoying the breeze
again I am walking
from home down to work
not rushing not thinking
just looking around
enjoying the sights and the things
that I've found
The sunrise of pinks and gold sparkled dew
the birds that are singing to me and to you
the green grass and foliage
The smells and the sounds.
Sometimes I rush and life passes me by
like a meal that is eaten without time to taste
it's gone in a moment of hustle bound haste
lost to depression, oh what a waste.
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