Everyone wants to be free
of injustice and iindignity,
but I just want to be me.
Take me away
from the madding crowd,
where the city
kills my humanity.
Let me see
the beauty of the world
that God has made
in every flower and every tree
and let me find a place
where He can talk to me.
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