What is freedom, exactly?
Is it the night sky,
Free of search lights and planes?
Is it the ground you stand on,
Open and clear of landmines and bombs?
Or is it a place in the heart?
A place to escape.
Where you go to for refuge
When normal life is more than you can take.
Is it a place in the home
Surrounded by family and friends?
Where love and laughter
Floats through the air
Is it a place with God
When you are warm in his arms?
In his kingdom
Where you are free of worry?
Freedom is all of this
It is not a single thing
It is a thing we make up
So that we'll feel at ease
It's a feeling, a thought,
An endless desire
To be free of restrictions
And do as you wish
Be able to dream
To travel, and learn
We all have freedom, matter what kind
We are all in a heaven, that we all will love.
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Poetry: Where the Heart Resides
PoésieA collection of poems I have written. Some are about magic. Others about love and heartbreak. You can request poems but I'm not sure if I'll be able to write a good enough one, but i'll try my best. This is my first book so don't overly criticize me...
