From the ashes of forlorn love
Arises a freedom unknown before
Playing music unheard to other ears.
When the chains of bonded love break
Leaving the soul wounded, yet free
It limps slowly to the newfound freedom
Like a hesitant bird from its cage of years
Then finds its wings to fly higher and higher.
It lives between the sadness of lost years
And the ecstasy of liberty,
Lost and aimless, yet free
Finding peace in solace
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