"The Riddle"
by Hanoochi

It is free, but it is not.
It flies, but has not wings.
It travels vast distances, but never moves an inch.
It suffers, but suffering is sweet.
It smiles without a face.
It sings without a tune.
It dances without feet.

It laughs, in the presence of tears.
It gives hope when all is gone.
It is strong when we are most weak.

It has a mind of its own.
It thinks for itself.
Its knowledge is great.
It cannot be persuaded to do anything else.

What am I....



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