A Poem for Freedom

Within the locks of conscious minds
Are whispers beckoning you to find
The miracle that awaits within,
Somewhere buried beneath your skin.

For something is never lost for long,
When it’s presence has been there all along.
There’s no escaping destiny.
There’s no where left for you to flee.

When the walls you’ve built come crashing down,
Only then will you be found.
Eyes wide open, we patiently wait
For love to open the golden gate.

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