My Child

Be free to the wild my child

Eyes that are envious green

Longing to escape captivity

 

Be free to the wild my child

Staring at the painted sky

Wishing for a shooting star to be reality

 

Be free to the wild my child

Cold stoned floors

Just like their hearts

 

Be free to the wild my child

Locked in the zoo   

Roar your cries

Allergic to the silence

 

Be free to the wild my child

OH’ they won't be sorry

For empty stomachs hungry for freedom

 

BE FREE TO THE WILD MY CHILD

Since the curtains have closed

For you freed yourself to the wild in the sky

 

 

This poem is about: 
My country
Our world

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