Searching to be Free

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High city walls are all about me.

Yet no walls can I see.

Storm clouds hang above my head

But no rain falls on me

Bright sun lights the horizon

A thousand miles away.

Fields of corn wave in the breeze.

Flowers bloom every day.

The walls they now close in

As storm clouds start to burst.

The corn is smashed flat,

The rain it feeds our thirst.

For I am one with nature,

At times I cannot see.

From this land I came and am

Still searching to be free.

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