I Woke up on the Right Side of the Mountain
Passing the mountains by
In the morning when I wake up, my mind races through pastures that I've dreamed of and walked through. My heart is wildly free and the daily dew is laying low, greeting my coat. I will not be tamed by any hand or mind who desires to break me.
I will not be broken.
I was made to be the way that I am, running refreshes my spirit. Running renews me daily. When I am tired at the end of the day, I know it was all worth it. Muscles kneaded and utilized, leading me to streams of living waters that bring me peace and stillness.
I will not be broken.
No whip will taste my hide. No bullet will graze my side. No bridle will guide me down a road. No rope will lead me away because I am free. Rambunctious and rowdily racing through fields of glory until the day nature sees fit to bring me down to the gracious ground.
I will not be broken.
About the Creator
Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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