The soul has much to say
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Shackles
fashioned from
circumstance
A key
made
of flesh
Day
after
day
Peering
through bars
of objectivity
Can't explain
yesterday
to you
Pleading
ignorance
to the future
Emotional
distortion
Asking
for little
can carry
the weight
of the world
Intentions
of blue
To me
a moment
lasts forever
Holding
your hand
under the Joshua tree
Exploring you
on a patch
of evergreen
Reciting
your dreams
Verse
by verse
tear
by tear
No longer
a vagabond heart
Spilling over
the horizon
these words
are gone
but not
forgotten
Letting go
and letting God
Self
imprisonment
silent
warden
Internal
pardon
Free
to simply be
once
again
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