I close my eyes
And fool my senses
And take barbed wires
For picket fences
Redolent of the ostrich
That did not want to see
Her world as it appeared to be
Imagination growing
Knowing
I’m ALMOST free
I close my eyes
And fool my senses
And take barbed wires
For picket fences
Redolent of the ostrich
That did not want to see
Her world as it appeared to be
Imagination growing
Knowing
I’m ALMOST free