Freedom’s Cry

In the morning/when I arose/weary from a night/without rest/I heard a whistle in the distance blow/and something wild/surged in my breast. It was like the eagle’s cry/as on the wind he drifts. From my heart/from my mind/a heavy weight did lift. No more for me/the nine to five. The days of/soul filled pain. Freedom was given back to me/by the whistle of that moving train.

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