The guitar sang a song of adventure,
Calling me to it's strings.
Telling me the musical stories of the stranger in my dreams.
Running through my mind.
The free life was calling
"Join me! Join me!" it's voice hard to find
Guitar strumming.
The musicality of it all!
It was hard to appall
I have to sing
My voice now splitting through the air
The guitar strings ring
All through the square
Freedom it will bring
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
Freedom
DiversosThis is a collection of some of my poems I have written about what it's like to be free. Whether freedom be death, music, letting go, being crazy, having fun, praising, enjoying nature, floating, crying, or even loving. Just let freedom ring.
