No more dark thoughts of dread
Like thunder pounding in my head.
No more long nights lying awake
In fear of the searching light of daybreak.
No more of the excuses that I once wore
Like dirty bandages over putrid sores.
No more cringing at the stares I've borne
From soulless children of the corn.
Content no more with the crusts of bread
That keep me little more than dead.
No more! I say. Nay, I cry!
While from mountain peaks that touch the sky
My soul, unfettered from the earth,
Takes wing and soars amidst the mirth
Of freedom's wind and bliss' rain
Far from the dying echoes of pain.
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