Trust is found,
in flight I'm bound,
in mighty chivalry.
I'm found!
Upon the shock,
of to much talk,
I'm laiden and I'm free.
I'm sound!
Two many locks,
the keys are rigged.
To bind you in your side.
I'm oscillating noise!
To great fore countless ride,
batten down this cry,
width virtue you and I.
K.A.P.
5/5/2009
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