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As the free people knows

We rode my pal.. We rode as only the free people knows, with a smile on our face, a wonder on our hearts and a tear on our souls. We rode, my awesome friend, my companion on battles, my squire on fights, my absolution from war. Despite my ambiguity, despite my awkward silences, despite my screaming unconscious. You were there as the true men stands. Even knowing that the fearless shadows of my darkness, could come to take it all.

Is it yours?

Is it yours? Is it yours that mockingbird, which someone might have sent to knock on my window? Is it yours the desperate song that the blue bird sang? Is it yours that endless wondering feeling?  Are you waiting for a response? May I use the insidious mockingbird?  I promise, I will send you only a lullaby song, that could give you some comfort, and whisper softly that I'll be there soon.