Freedom Posted bydavid davidsonJune 24, 2005June 24, 2025Posted inHidden Lights, Poems Once you are free,I mean owned by your soul,then the walls of your prison,the bars at the window, the door,the hinges, the lock and the keyall become your servantsand your jailers become your allies. DF. W-S 2005 XXXIX/XI Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Like Loading... Related