Free spirited and true.
I like running my hand down the spine of a leave.
I’ll stare at the clouds for hours
And count the stars as they whisper to me at night.
I won’t let you rein me.
Legions have tried
but only one is my Lord.
They say you can break the spine but never the spirt
So am I barefooted and fancy free.
I swim in the oceans and walk by the shores
Listening to the waves as they tell of there tales and secrets
The meadow is my bed
And the flowers and moss gather around to listen to Ng stories.
So much to tell
So much to learn
As the heartaches disappears
and black clocked in the night
I slip away
Fade into a whisper
Yonder yet again.