A Ballad of Freedom Paula Araujo Parra
The sun shone brighter than ever As the mockingbirds around us Sang their ballad of freedom
So she flew through the breeze, As she reminisced the times Of apparent peace that she had with him
The front one sang—rejoiced
She might still regret him With every dusk as she reaches her nest And every dawn as she flaps her wings again
The malicious whispers Of an enchanting voice And the fabricated gentleness Of a devious mind No longer troubled her heart
But at least she could now fly Without ever being caged again
For the same wounded wings That once struggled to fly
Finally let go of the conniving lure That held them back from each sky
She may have failed at rescuing That long lost soul, But she salvaged herself
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