Freedom

Freedom This kinda bread is kinda sweet, kinda bitter, kinda salty kinda smelly, kinda frightening but kinda loving And now let me tell you a true story about me That you will never have the chance to see I have been stranded on an island I stood on the highlands, not nervous but frightened of the things that may happen All things I cherish have gone and perish As I slept on the nights, tears flowed from my eyes I looked up at the sky, at the millions stars as they cleaned my scars my life started to revive I stood up and wiped my tears My heart became as strong as a gladiator spear I took off running, as a speed of lightning I felt the joy of life and the freedom of a butterfly All the pain that my life has experienced Have been replaced by courage and love I leaped with joy ……….. With courage …………with love …………with freedom Again tears flowed from my eyes, but this time it wasn’t from fear but freedom from fear it self