She was A fun loving girl,
That would brighten everyday,
With eyes that would sparkle,
And steal your heart away.
Always so positive,
A bright future in her mind,
Whenever together,
Good memories, every time.
Now time has passed,
By A few years,
That free spirit inside,
Is so confused hiding in fear.
We all have A spirit,
To guide us every day,
Learn to catch the signs,
They come many ways,
When your spirit is happy,
Remember those times,
A feeling of positive freedom,
Showing we are right in line,
Many ways are tried,
To feel good every day,
Never realizing,
It's someone else's spirit,
That set's ours free to play.
Your spirit needs freedom,
That is so missed in your mind,
You can't substitute that feeling,
Anywhere, anytime
Our physical body,
Can get lost in these material days,
Often our choices,
Keep our spirit locked away.
Who we are,
Is our spirit,
that guides us where to be,
To the spirits of those,
That set each other free.
Tom Maxwell copyright 10/11/2020
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