The Free Spirit's Paradigm
The Free Spirit is free, quiet and soundNatural and kind, humble but proud
The Free Spirit doesn't care for gossip or spite
But opens it's heart and maintains a clear sight.
The Free Spirit loves as much as it can
Placing warmth into each and every hand
The Free Spirit sees no evil or hate
But believes in light, goodness, happiness and fate.
But inside the Free Spirit, rests a tired, old soul
And the love that it gives always takes a big toll
Sometimes the love is kept, not to be returned
And the Free Spirit feels empty, confused and quite burned.
But when the Free Spirit has run out of love to give
It takes a deep breath and continues to live
A smile on it's face for it's weak, weary old friend
And for the day that the love comes back around again.
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