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