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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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