I step outside into the tree's and listen
As you speak to me through the breeze, the soft
Whisper of the tree's the peaceful silence the way
the tree move's swaying back and forth
The babbling brooke is a sound i have never heard
It's so peaceful The call of the wild opens parts of my soul i once have locked Sitting watching the deer he's so free of worry and doesn't have a care in the world my problems seem so small they seem at peace Oh how i longed to be free so as i sit here i hope and pray that i could be free i continue to walk down this long beautiful path and i watch the birds, the tree's and i feel the breeze cause they are truly free oh how i wish the same for me to be one with myself and live to be free. Free of pain, loss, anger and sorrow just like the birds, the tree's and the breeze is free……...oh how I wish the same for me.
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