Don't cry for me because I long to be free
From underneath the shadows of broken wings
With wounds wide open, with wings, I fly free
Still steadfast hoping, to sustain tranquility

I'm loving my life, liberated indeed
God is my supplier whenever in need
With unconditional non-judgmental validation
He gifted me with artistic liberation

With this pen, I employ my whacky imagination
With words of wisdom, with thoughts of innovation
Inimitable works of art created
Some people love it, while others often hate it

Living each day loudly as if it were my last
I shall not allow a ludicrous past
To dictate this self-sufficient soldier
Whos' been tried by fire, and crushed by the boulder

Still standing on aching limbs
No longer a prisoner to pardoned sins
Peace is in my pockets, the Lord is my lifeline
His name forever glorified until the end of time