The Love of Freedom (revised)
By: Catherine Bromhead
I stand on the grassy hill
And there are mountains to the West.
I feel a yearning in my soul
Enough to tear me apart.
But I want it to.
The wind blows through my hair,
So cold, yet so wonderful.
I feel free.
Music no one else can hear fills my heart.
I need to be here.
I sit in my stone
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