Free
How great is it be free?
I taste it with the tip of my tongue.
I savour the flavour. It will not last because of the past is here and nothing has changed.
I'm binded by the chains as I sing "let me be free!"
Free to roam, not home where the walls confide who I am inside.
Besides, who am I to kid?
I bid upon my freedom for some soul can redeem them.
I speak not one but many. Speak not for ourselves but for others like you and me who wish to be free and spread wings so they can sing "Let me be free"
I taste it with the tip of my tongue.
I savour the flavour. It will not last because of the past is here and nothing has changed.
I'm binded by the chains as I sing "let me be free!"
Free to roam, not home where the walls confide who I am inside.
Besides, who am I to kid?
I bid upon my freedom for some soul can redeem them.
I speak not one but many. Speak not for ourselves but for others like you and me who wish to be free and spread wings so they can sing "Let me be free"
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So I have no idea where this came from. I normally don't write poems. My parents still treat me like a little kid. I'm almost 17 & I have no freedom. I'm at the library now because I convinced my mom & step dad to drop me off just so I can get out my house. Well I found a friend after being here for a few hours & we went walking for a while but I came back soon after because I got kinda scared & I wrote this. 8/7/12
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