This is for the lucky ones.
The ones whom have rid themselves from the shackles of doubt and despair.
Those that found freedom; no longer trapped within the confines of their own mind.
The ones who have become emancipated.
Birds that fly free -- and sing -- and no longer cry from within their cage.
Free birds are not mean't to be caged.
To the lucky ones.
The ones who have found love in a world that has lost it.
Those who have found their way along such winding roads.
To the lucky one; who have found the peace of going home.
Miami, Florida
