Born to Wander Free As A Bird
Cats like to roam. Yes we do
Born to Wander Free As A Bird
Born to be wandering beneath an open shy
sky that hides its light behind soft sighs
feet tracing paths where no one waits
dreams unfolding past the gates
Quiet steps on untold ways
lost in thought, but never dazed
the world a whisper, calm and wide
a secret place where shadows glide
No need for maps or hurried race
just endless air and gentle space
born to roam, no need to try
beneath an open shy sky
Born to wander, no path to tie
beneath an open, silent sky
shy with secrets, soft and deep
where restless souls find room to keep
No chains, no words to bind or claim
just endless air and gentle flame
I move alone, but never shy
born to roam beneath that sky
About the Creator
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