The sun rises high, the wind blows free
The land stretches far, as far as you see
The promise of freedom, a dream come true
A land where anything, is possible for you
With hope in your heart, you set out to roam
To find your place, your new home
The world was your oyster, your fate in your hand
You were free to chart your own path in this land
But the promise of freedom, was not all it seemed
The dream that you sought, was not as it gleamed
The world was harsh, and the people unkind
The freedom you sought, was hard to find
As time wore on, you grew tired and worn
The dream of freedom, had left you forlorn
You realized too late, what it truly meant
Freedom came with a cost, a heavy descent
And so you stand, alone in the land
With nothing to show, but a heart full of sand
The promise of freedom, a dream turned to ash
A bitter end, to a once hopeful dash.
15.03.2023 - 13:31
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Poetry
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