When my heart met my soul, they were both in disagreement :
On which way they were to find their freedom.
Options to choose, one would lose.
Until the day, they found in dismay.
Freedom is an unlikely thing.
You won’t find its door or with a bell you ring.
It finds it way.
Into each inspiring day.
To those who do for others more.
It comes to you when you are with the ones you most adore.
Love is the secret.
Make it your aim.
Let love be the oxygen,
to your flame