A CRY FOR FREEDOM © 2008

And, whether it be rain, sun, earth, or sea,

May it be full in my weeping,

For in every tear that falls, there is life,

And in my mourning, I find the surrendered soul.

May nature, in its constant dance,

Resonate in my wandering being,

And in pain or joy, may I feel,

That to weep is also a way to exist.

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