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Tie Me Free Me PoemTie my hands and here I layNo words are heard for none I sayI do not fight I simply breakUnder pressure I cannot takeI am free as a bird on wingSensations inspire my heart to singAs freedom flows in a gental torrentI can touch things I thought I couldntSo tie me and free meToss me out into the angry seaFree me as you catch meAnd tied as released I beCrush me underfoot it matters notI do not care, your not the one I soughtOnly tie me, free meThe utmost of power over meTo make me weep tearsOf bitterness that pass the yearsAll generations haveWhy different should I expect?Presumptuous will I never beIll