Am I gentle or am I wild?
Am I graceful freedom's child?
Do I catch the wind or leave it be?
Do I brave the storm or quickly flee?
The thunder crashes within my soul,
The winds inside do rise.
My body breaks from lost control
As innocence slowly dies...
-unknown-
Thursday, January 12, 2006
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