Free
The wind
It makes me feel free
With all the plants and trees
In this land of debris
The rain
It embraces my skin
Ridding me of all my sins
And freeing me with the wind
Life
The most toughest game of all
It pains me if I let myself fall
It's like walking in an endless hall
But I won't stop, I wont die
I will Stop asking why
I'll fly as high as I have to be
In order to feel free with the wind
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