freedom

the vibrations in your seat

the words forming melodies in your ears

an image in your mind

close your eyes

the wrong string plucked,

but the music continues

even more beautiful

breathe

the wrong key on the piano

a fallen boy

but it makes it real

look up 

vulnerable, tired, almost gone

the wrinkles in his eyes tell you about it

a reflection of yourself that you didn't know

and then a sob breaks his lips

it's okay

and tears escape mine

i don't know why it happens

or why it spoke to me so much

but it did

pray for freedom

freedom

i'm a broken weary soul

held back by things unseen

chains i've grown so accustomed to

 and some woman out there

is battling the same battle

different circumstances, 

but the fight is still the same

let's go Home, dear.

travel that beaten path.