Tuesday, 9 June 2015

It Came Quietly To Me

Cry at times and don’t hold it back
Take a pause and then look back
You’ll find a way
You’ll see the light
With a calm mind and free eyes
You’ll connect to your soul and realise
That you were, you are and you will
Always be free

I am happy I am free

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