my spirit

June 10, 2010
My spirit fly’s where it chooses to go
It fly’s through sky and trees below,
It fly’s wherever it can be me
For that’s what everyone should see.
In a box it will not stay
Outside is where it’d rather play
It swims through oceans
And rivers and streams,
My spirit is bursting at the seams
it goes wherever it can fit
I am every part of it
Not any part of someone new
For that would make my spirit blue
It wants to be known and to be heard
For it is soaring like a bird
Its song is the one and only me,
The best me that could ever be.

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