Freedom
Though I'm not in pride,
I feel like I have been used,
My name is always said,
For I know I have been abused.
The leaves are falling now,
My heart is pounding hard,
I need to be sheltered,
But I always seem to lay the wrong card.
The dark should be light,
My dreams should be bliss,
While I depart from my sorrow,
I know that will never be missed.
The sun begins to shine,
While the darkness vacates,
I now have my freedom,
Which I shall never hate.
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