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| The Price of Freedom 5/9/05 He opens his arms to the sky A cry of joy springs from his lips For the chains that once bond him are gone He is now among the free Among those who choose their pathes And can do and say what is in the head They are free And so is he He marvels at the mountains such a vibrant blue an eagle soars above his head he, marveling at its freedom sings aloud a tuneless string of notes for life is corsing though his veins The rought iron shackles nave been lifted And their weight removed And no longer is he behind the bars For a crime he did not commit He was let out back to his home He reaches the door And screams aloud For on the floor lies his loving wife So devoted to freeing him His children young and naive of the world Lie dead with exspressions of fear on their faces Now he questions, was freedom worth this price? |
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| Starry Night Stars shine and light the night ahead of me Cold unforgiving light shines on the night Silent hunters fly through blackness, all flee The moon seems to smile down with its light Comets streak across the sky's dark palette Pinpricks in the night sky tell tales of old Clusters strewn 'cross the night mimicking comets Wanderers search the sky for future unfortold Millions gaze into time's bringht haze Mysteries are locked in time's strange whirling Light from these odysseys come from afar Fantasies unwind while day's sleeping Slowly night withdraws its cloak, receding for dawn Time leaves the night behind, it moving on Morning Wind Blowing Morning wing blowing Melody brings back memory In a silent song Courage 12/14/05 To face the flame But not stir the fire For no reason To brandish the sheild But never swing the sword To link arms and drive out all but good away To unite and face the fear And to die for another's life This is brave to me But brave is a word And words can mean many a thing So to you it is another And to me it is this |
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