97. Plea

Let me speak
Whilst I still have my voice, 
Let me live
Whilst I still have the choice
To wake up each morning 
And lift my head up high
To stand on my feet
And spread my wings wide. 

My life is too short, 
This life can run dry, 
This life can just wither
And silently die; 
Yet my life is a blossom, 
Even though it’s fragile, 
My life can give hope,
A reason to fly. 

So let me sing
Whilst I can, 
Let me dance
With that man, 
Let me be
The very person I am;
Let me love, 
Let me live, 
Let me shine in this land, 
Let me breathe,
Let me think,
Let me speak
Whilst I can. 

©Brindology 2015 

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