To Be Free

Intermittent are the drops
That fall upon my face
As I begin to wonder
And my mind silently ponders
What my heart wants to erase
The space that has been created
By that which spurns hatred
And shuns despair
I breathe in the good air
Through every pore of my being
Being that which has created
But never replaced
My only place has been destroyed
And can never be duplicated
But it can be rebuilt
Without the guilt
Of eradication
By eliminating the barricades that restrained me
From attaining and sustaining
My only knowledge
To enhance my wisdom
Which would lead me to a
More precise understanding
So here we are standing like 1,2,3
On the verge of setting
the best parts of me free
Free...
Like a song on the wind
Free...
Like this message I send
Free...
To listen
Free...
To love
Free...
To be free