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I’m envious of the hawk
That flies over the Lamy skies
With no cage to hold his
Wandering wings
With no judge to stop him
From his desired flight
Only his will that soars
As the ground grows small
Beneath him
His spirit free of hate
Free of judgment
Free
Only the air sets
His course
Gives him breath
Gives him life
Gives him space
Sets him free
That flies over the Lamy skies
With no cage to hold his
Wandering wings
With no judge to stop him
From his desired flight
Only his will that soars
As the ground grows small
Beneath him
His spirit free of hate
Free of judgment
Free
Only the air sets
His course
Gives him breath
Gives him life
Gives him space
Sets him free
Published 9th Sep 2011
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