To be free is to roam the skies.

To be watched by your deep blue untameable eyes is ointment for broken wings.

You found a sit for me on the whirls of a treacherous wind, the dark night you made sing to me like a nightingale.

My morning has come and hidden troubles do I see for what they are.

I no longer fear the mountain top; there I will suckle my young and there I will caress the love of my youth.

For to be free is to roam the skies, to be free is to find a home in the thickness of my skin and the scars from my many deaths. – Adewumi Godwin.