Celtic Legend by Eliza Witte - HTML preview

Let Me Be

You look at me,

And you do see

A child!

But let me be,

Please! Wild

Is my dance.

Let me take the sin of my own choices.

Let me make mistakes without much sense.

Let me run, and let me hear the voices Of my youth – new faces, faith and tense.

Let me jump from rocks, and let me see The pleasure of the flight! I’ll hurt, I know, And I will scream, but, please, oh, let it be Because the flight – it will be worth it, though!

Let me ride black horses on the meadow.

Black horses are still what life is.

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And let me learn my lessons in the shadow Of wrong paths, and venomous weeds.

Let me smoke my share of aggressiveness, Let me taste the portion of my freedom.

Let me feel the thorns of words offensive, And let me, let me know that I’m real.

And still you’ll know,

I locked the rainbow

In the drop of my mad days,

And in the night when you will fall Asleep to you it will come safe.

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