My vision’s blurred,

I cannot see the sky

My hands are cuffed,

cannot touch my heart

My body and my soul

are in a prison dark and damp.


But I can feel life

stirring, getting back to me

My fingers feel the air,

pointing to a distant land.

My eyes start to see,

looking for the Mountaintop.


And my heart starts to beat

with hope and feel of liberation

for the chains and cuffs of yesterday

are nothing but a rusty air

and could not stop the fire

nor the winds of Summer day.


I’m slowly waking up

to see the world again.


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