Freedom.

Tired and wounded, sore and aching
Worn and weary, heart still breaking.
Gave so much life just kept taking.
A future now at last I`m making.

Time to wipe away the tears
Of all those lost and empty years.
Time to throw away my fears.
Time to see the clouds have cleared.

At last my fluttering soul is free
Free at last to be just me.
Look around each day to see
All the things I still can be.

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