Questions pertaining to the likeness of me
Doubting the ability for sincerity
Lurking around, waiting by my side
Vultures preparing, smelling defeat
Then with a wind unmistaken
You swooped down never forsaking
Slowly raising me up
Blinding the eyes of the tough
You saved the peace in me
Noises of doubters began to succeed
I looked all around fearing disease
All of importance slipped away
I was compelled to walk a stray
Then with a peaceful hand
You guided me back to a path
Free from captivity
The words can’t explain
The sounds won’t escape
Freedom did not come to me
It was given for free
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