Not as a twig drifting in the chaos of nothing
Not as a plastic bag being whirled to nowhere
Not as a wooden drum made of hide and sun
Not as the live log fallen into the blue ocean
On The Breeze ………..I lay my cares for good

Free of the clutches of climbing forest ropes
Free of the million biting ants in the red anthill
Free of the chains that bound men to cast iron
Free of the cruel brutality of man against man
On The Breeze ……..l direct my sail to glide on

Comfortable to look around and be at peace
Comfortable to see faces flushed in real joy
Comfortable that equal rights has found a home
Comfortable to disembark and walk every slump
On The Breeze…….. I look above for more grace

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