the open spaces

The open spaces

Where everyone has a freedom

Running in every corner

With no worries

This is a thought

The freedom in the open spaces

There will be no hindrance

There will be no blockade

But the truth hurts

The fences will be put up

One gate in; one gate out

Like herd of cows or sheep or goat

One wrong move

The wings will be cut

No more angel on wings

In prison behind the walls

In turmoil of prison's insanity

Those who find God will likely to succeed*

When God walk into their lives

The bad will naturally disappear

We make a living by what we get

We make a life by what we give**

As long as there are good people around

We will not feel being alone or stay behind

*Daniel Murphy

**Duane Hulse