BORN FREE
By R. Nightingale
I was born free,
no master or chains to hold me.
Silence falls upon my ears,
such freedom why the tears?
A desire to fill my emptiness,
loneliness is my temptress.
If I had one wish,
it would be to feel death's kiss.
Full of pride, still dead inside,
I question if I were still alive.
Already I have truly died,
without the Lord at my side.
I give my freedom away freely,
for the Lord will dwell with me.
Gladly I wear my chains,
for the joy my master brings.
Sitting waiting to hear his call,
my tears no longer fall.
Truly a master and a friend,
from the beginning to the end.
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