Never Free

November 18, 2009. © Talon Truitt Cherry, All rights reserved

On a full moon august night, midnight so to speak.
An airplane breaks the silence flying freely over me.
Above the clouds, below the stars still so far over sea.
And now I see that I am at least that far below the free.
The stars they start it, then the sun, the moon and sky above
Below that the plane, the clouds that rain and wash away the love.
So here I sit so sick of it freedom is never found
I never fly cause when I die they send me six feet down.