In my mind I dream of the Celestial City, shining on the horizon. His Death is mine, His Life is mine as well. I never promised correct spelling or puncuation. 3 If I get the.

We do this all the time. Love, wherever you are. Trying some new stuff and tricks on the rest of this europe tour. things might sound a little different but definitely keeping it euro friendly.

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Friday, January 1, 2010. Letting The Caged Bird Free. A free bird leaps on the back. Of the wind and floats downstream. Till the current ends and dips his wing. In the orange suns rays. And dares to claim the sky. But a BIRD that stalks down his narrow cage. Can seldom see through his bars of rage. His wings are clipped and his feet are tied. So he opens his throat to sing. The caged bird sings with a fearful trill. Of things unknown but longed for still.