Too Young To Be Free

The world is a dark place I cannot spread my wings and fly I counted the stars in the sky They were too small to light my path. I'm too young to be free This world is a wicked place to be They say my throat is the way to heaven I dipped a finger to touch God But I could not breathe, I threw up It seemed everyone who died saw God. I'm too young to be free The day is too void for my eyes can see My heart aches in pain and fear It runs through my body; a thorny path I looked into the darkness hoping a voice Will speak and calm my storms I'm too young to be free The night is silent, I cannot breathe. I'm walking this lane, to the other side Hoping to run into a stranger Who knows my name, and feels my pain Everyone needs somebody, so they say. I'm too young to be free I'm dying alone and no one can see. I'm too young to be free -freedom is another name for loneliness. Sleep, dream but please, bid me a farewell. Michael Ace #magicalpoetry ©ACEworld