Dear MAN ... my dear MAN ...
Right now
I want to scream without you telling me how loud.
I want to laugh without you telling me how low.
I want to run without you telling me how far.
I want to sin without you telling me how wrong.
I want to love without you telling me how deep.
I want to fly without you telling me how high.
I want to cry without you telling me how long.
I want to be me without you telling me in what form.
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Sunday, August 3, 2008
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