The Testimony of Being Free
My thoughts are misplaced
There is something to be learned when the fire in me shakes
I cut through all what tried to conform me
If I could fly, I would soar like an eagle and be free
Sometimes being free is all I need
At night I gasp for air, it’s hard for me to breathe
My fears and old memories haunt me
I don’t look back; I move forward so does my spirit
Nothing is for the taken not unless im happy with me
I get sucked into my thoughts, push out things that use to matter
I shed no more tears and handle all my fears
There are no more fears or regrets inside of me because that door is forever closed
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