Sometime wanderer of my soul, You restless spirit who I hear Knock! Knock! Upon my soul, You shall not gain your freedom today, For stripings greater than my own will Keep us bound together. My open heart and ill content feet Stray no further from your intent Than I would have them.
This poem is Copyright (c) 1994 Kerry Brodt. All rights reserved.
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