The Prisoner

How blows the wind across the rocks
that make your jagged face,
I climb and do not dare to fall
but for your own good grace,
It is my will to reach the top
and you my friend will let me,
For you yourself cannot be free
while stubbornly you keep me.

Published in: on June 22, 2006 at 12:00 am  Comments (1)  

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  1. Learn to Fall and then you will have nothing to ever loose and every breath is freedom and success.

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