I wept at the crescendo of the strings my heart full of tears from yesteryear now my soul sings 'Freedom' She whispers, if I can hear it My birthright to claim if I don't fear it 'More' says the mind
'If only I could open my heart even more to spill more beauty on the page' the poet mistook himself for a man A man? you think wrong How can you separate the singer from the song? the flower from the
I am my tao, my truth, and my light To me, alone I bow For it is only I, Slave and master, Mother and child Bride and groom When united again The same, For the first time and the last time too We are
