Freedom

I am free.

 I wonder at the painful shackles of humanity, I hear a trumpet blown, I see a people who constantly moan, I want silence and serenity,  I am free.  I pretend to reach the stars, I feel a peaceful cease to wars, I touch emotions you cannot hold, I worry my heart may soon turn cold, I cry for every scar you have endured,  I am free.  I understand the fragility of a drop of dew, I say I will be there for you, I dream to hold this world only in my hand, I try not to walk too grand, I hope one day you will see, that really,  I am free.

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world
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