Freedom

November 3, 2015

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.

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