I Am Free
I am enslaved,
enslaved to this feeling.
how could I see the light,
of something great.
Always I think about it,
that horrible year.
Those kids made it bad,
They made me feel worthless.
Every day I hated them,
how could they have done such things.
They hurt me;
emotionally.
I have believed in a savior,
since I was very young.
He loved me enough,
to die for me.
But this feeling made it hard,
to see His love.
but He has always been there;
for me.
Now I see the light,
of this all-powerful God.
He handled all of my problems,
He is a loving lion.
I was enslaved,
enslaved to that feeling.
But not anymore,
I am free!
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