And for all this I am still a bird in a cage….. Where is freedom and why does she yet sing? When she must know my ears are deaf, and my salute is a broken wing…. Sweet freedom, an echo against the wind My haunted, and only friend You slip away You run and play As all I can do, is look on….Sophie

and HE said, “Is not this the fast that I have chosen? to loose the bands of wickedness, to undo the heavy burdens, and to let the oppressed go free, and that ye break every yoke?” and the believers say, AMEN