"am I Free?"

She held her gown, and paced around, waiting for the final verdict. Her feather hat, twitched about as on the chair she finally sat. Biting her lip, she flinched and flicked beads of sweat wetting her face, trying to hold a grip. What lay beyond the door panged her heart She drummed her fingers on her lap giving it an unintentional slap The man walked out With fashion worthy style, She stood up, glaring at what he held. A file. The proof of her innocence. The timmer in his eyes. What did they want for her freedome for he was the man with the answers. What was the price for her independance? He held up his hand, sending those away to shun, Alone they stood, questioning eachother asking in silence... She buttered up to finally ask, "Am I Free?" the man smiled. His smile growing wider. "Free.To be mine. Forever..." They hugged tight hand in hand, arm in arm. Free,Free and Free No Bars to hold her back. Free,Free and Free No Cuffs to Cuff her freedome. Free, Free and Free A man who could grab the stars for her.