Frances, a beautiful name,
a name of freedom
   freedom to be
              to know
              to love
   freedom to understand
              to grow
              to blossom
   freedom to grieve
              to mourn
              to sorrow
   freedom to wake up
              to burst forth
              to JUST BE

Come Frances, come
   come to freedom
   let go of the anger
              the memories
              the pain
Phantoms that haunt
   Lifeless ashes and dust in the eyes
      Illusions to disillusion
   Not to be trusted
      nor be held
Release them like dead leaves in the wind
      and LIVE!

Copyright 1999 Fran Woods

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