Wild and free
Someday I’ll be;
Wind in my hair
And not a care.
To soar so high,
Up towards the sky,
With eagle’s eye
And no more lies.
I’ll run and run,
Out towards the sun.
Thy will be done;
Thy Kingdom come.
But now on earth,
The suff’ring hurts.
Until life’s end,
And to new birth.
[Photo credit: http://animalwalls.blogspot.com/2011/09/white-wild-horses.html ]
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