Sometimes death brings sorrow, Sometimes it brings freedom
Freedom to grow, Freedom to be
An exhale of that last breath can dispel the anger with in
As I float through my freedom it becomes clearer
There are times that you are to be
Times that you are not
It is not for a person to decide his place in this world
Rather, the world to decide your place
I am floating – enjoying the breeze
loving the pace- accepting my place
Becoming the better me
So I can love the better you
Acceptance is the ultimate opportunity
Love who you accept
Freedom is a blessing I wish all
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