Free
She has finally gotten her freedom, but what good is it now?
She is 80 years old looking out a window from a run down nursing home.
For many years she told him someday she would be free to do the things she wanted and be the person she wanted to be.
Always working to save her money just to get away. But there was something he always did or said that made her stay.
Now each day they come to wake her up to take a shower and say "take these pills and drink from this cup" She mumbles to them "someday I will be free to do the things I want to do ,and be the person I want to be".
The day time passes slowly, she can't wait until the night falls,because tonite she is going to go where the angels call.
She lays down on her pillow and tells no one her plan. She closes her eyes and says "Lord take my hand".
Tonight is the night I will do what I want to do. Tonight I will go to heaven where I want to be.
Tonight at last I will go see the angel and get to be free!
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