Thursday, June 2, 2022

American Soul

 

 

The song runs deep into the soul.

It feels like freedom.

Former elations are spilling.

Life is new sacrifice.

 

It took singing to feel love.

It took ecstasy to believe in love.

It took the absence to see it missing.

It took its presence to feel its pain.

 

Needing a miracle to feel human.

Confusing feelings with actuality.

Holding flags reciting the anthem.

Becoming friends at a ripe moment.

 

The song remains in the winds.

If to live for freedom, we dial souls.

Immemorial times those feelings affected by lusts.

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