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Freedom

I see for what is left to be seen. I have heard from all there is to hear. I never touch for the feeling but only to feel.  When I taste it is for my hunger                 to be free. "Freedom!" I say calling out to the flown, Never knowing how it is to be                 to be weightless like they. I will know when the time has                        stopped. I need for the willingness to be wanted. I climb to be higher only waiting for                                myself. I reach a path only travelling to                               know, And I learn for what                   is left to be                              learned.                   "Freedom!"                    I cry to the starlit sky, Never knowing how it is to be needed. I will know when                the                  sky                    has                      dropped   sing      I      for His ears trying hard to sound so strong. I walk so I can travel                    to that song. When I move it is so you             know I am there, And   hide to prove all      I                   is not lost.                       "Freedom!"                       I scream to                       the unlived                        lives, Never knowing how it is to feel no pain- (painless) I will know when my heart has                       stopped. So I cry to no emotion- (emotionless) only trying to look sad. When I sleep it is to be                           f r e e  on an unknown path. I know showing I have thought, And I give up to show my freedom can be taught. "Freedom!"            "At last is            I whisper,        here!" Never knowing how it is to b r e a t h. I will know when I am d                        r                         o                          p                           p                            e                             d.

Copyright © February 2003 Valene Lynn Johnson

Additional Notes:
Freedom on paper can be written with freedom. What is going to happen to our country:(?


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