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Freedom is the touch of breeze, The gentle kiss of rain. Freedom is the warmth of sunshine, Is living without pain. I can not cry out any more, I can not scream through bars. I must walk out into the rain, The sunshine and the pain. Weather is a natural thing, It can not be controlled. Life is a natural thing, Mine is not yours to control. Freedom makes my life my own. Freedom makes me whole. Freedom is the path I take, When I walk out your door. Copyright Jackie Bulner 1991
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Jackie Bulner
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