I, Freedom
I, Freedom
By my desires I firmly hold
Whilst misery and fear torment
The hand that strives to unfold
Those with hearts of true intent
Ask me if I find you wanting
Do so and I will not lie
Yes but I’ll not be lamenting
My vapours that of do or die
I hear the call of all enslaven
See the yearnings deep inside
Know, I am the one true haven
Know that peace, I will provide
Place me in the hand that wants me
By tyrants you’ll not be ignored
Fix the eye of steel upon me
Reach to the sky, I am your sword.
20 April 2015
Copyright © Richard D Seal | Year Posted 2015
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