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Remove the crust that covers my life
Peel back the decay
So I can breathe
Let me swallow gulps of clean air
Feel the spray of Fresh Ocean
Relish the grit of sand between my toes
Talk openly without fear of retribution
Live a free life without the shadow of persecution
Smell salt in the air
Sun on my skin
Taste sweet and sour
Live for the minute
Not the hour
Just for a change
An open door
Walk steadily on a polished floor
No passage blocked by a threatening boulder
Or overwhelming urge to look over my shoulder
To live a life that's pure and clean
No death or abandonment
What a gift that would be
No false promises of
'We'll see'
'We'll see'
Alarm bell rings a true reminder
That silence
Would be a whole lot kinder
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"To live a life that??s pure and clean No death or abandonment What a gift that would be". It is hard to pick out one line when they are all good. The holes we dig and fall into, are very hard to get out of. I get the feeling in everything that I have read so far that you want to be free.....but of what, that is the question.
