Night after night, I wondered when my tears would fail to flow
for not a night pass without my heart bearing it all out
And then my emotions pile up drawing the last traces of faith in me
I wish i could be free or perhaps be turned into a bird to fly high
Up the blue skies without a single care
I know what I must do to be free
But the strength to do it; where would it come from?
Night after night, would i continue to weep
Free, I want to be.
By Portia Dery
Ghana
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