Travelling with each and every song
To a place where i belong
Following the path of the living
The path to owning me
The path where i set myself free
The path where i let myself be
I now travelle in this vast sea
On a boat made of pieces of my mind
Looking for answers in the question that i find
Travelling inside works of art
masterpieces that made love to my heart
For i can only feed my soul
The beauty that my eyes behold
And i can only feed my heart
The love that i can hold
All the rest is but bricks building the house
I am alive
I am home
Song of freedom is a wonderful poetic expression of life lived universally by all poets young or old. Congratulations to my young friend! - - 10
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We poets live in the masterpieces of our love, feeding our souls through everything we see in life. I love this line in particular: I now travel in this vast sea On a boat made of pieces of my mind. So apropo, we write from these pieces of our mind, illuminating the world around us through poetry. Thank you for sharing, RoseAnn!