Finally free

Is their resolve so broken That they refuse to see All of the starving people Longing to be free?

There is no rhyme No reason For things to go as such And in the end we all will be nothing

Merely dust.

I travel far I travel wide In search for hope and love. Left with little motivation, there is no truth to shove.

I feel my heart within my chest. My mind lays not at ease. Six months until the letters come. They will finally set me free.