The Free Spirit's Exit Poem by Roger Snow

Flies low to the face of the Sea
he's riding as High as any
could ever be, ,

and when that updraft comes
his wings fill, aloft to the Morning
he rides towards the Sun

He's left that old stale life behind
there are plenty enough people
left, for that Hill to climb, , ,

He's on a Path all his own
walking lightly, solely alone

Comes to reason, he's finding his own
comes to motion,
that's something
that he's beginning to know

Moving is a State
of perpetually being free, , ,

So when you try to take him in
to give shelter unto your friend
bare in mind, , ,
he's a free spirited individual, ,
Opposed to living within
someone else's defined lines

Walking on, , ,
Just a Walk on Man, ,
here for awhile
here just as long as
he can bring you a smile, , ,
and then on, , ,
he's gone, ,

There is always
someplace he'd much rather be

there's always a pull to his heart
to remain wild, and much too free, ,

No doubt he loves you, , ,
probably more than all the Rest

Probably would settle down
with you
if only he could get used
to living inside that little Nest, , ,

Ah when they come to take him away
he'll be smiling with little to say, ,

He'll escape, he always had, , ,
resourceful that way, ,
just a free spirited Man
a damn resourceful Lad, , ,

~~~~~~~ Believing in ourselves, ,
is the first touch we have with True Freedom ~~~~~~~~