To Be Free by Renee Levinson
Lost in the afterbirth afterglow,
sweet sweet child?
Your soul burns bright,
but sadness keeps you low.

Break out from your prison,
and soar with the sun,
across the sky on wings of eagles,
on tails of doves.

Scream, "I am alive!",
and when the day is done,
know that you have been,
and ever shall be... free.


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