There’s a song

There’s a song inside of me

that is breaking to get free.

From where it is chained

night and day in wind and rain

How it longs to be set free

and to howl on the moors pleasantly

then to wander down to some caves and curl up beside a fire of humanity.

Its a feral tide on which this creature hides

never venturing far from home

lest it is caught and given harbour again

It’s the long walk to freedom that this soul desires

not the destination, not the hides

but the journey alone.

Published by Andrew Mark Watkins

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