Saturday, October 22, 2011


They may shackle my wrists
And hang me high
But I am not a slave
They may whip me
And wound me
They may scourge my back
And make me bleed
But I am not this flesh
That is ripped
I am not the body
That is broken
The spirit within
Continues on
And is enslaved
To no one
My life is mine
To give
My soul is all I have
And it is mine
Deeply held
I might be bleeding
And cry
But I am free
So long as I breathe
And have life
In my spirit
And freedom
In my mind