I Was Born Of The Sky (I’m Breaking Free)

BY RENEE DUBEAU

I’ve grown restless.

Held in the mire of responsibility while longing for the frivolity of my dreams.
Playing house in a tiny corner of the territory of my citizenship.

My greatest fear, that my caged wings will perish before I am permitted to fly.
I’m breaking open.

Pulled apart by the opposite forces that rule me.
Of heart of head I can choose neither.

Love or money may call to me, but my ears await the voice of freedom.
I belong to no man, no country.

I was born of the sky.

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