Freedom, the second most important thing on this earth. Our feelings are tied to it with a metal chain. some people even value it more then their lives. But still life is the primary thing on this earth. We are bound to it with our souls. With our very flesh and blood. But still we fight for freedom though the human life is at stake. We havo no future. And when i say whe, i mean all humans. Whe are on race, one species
We are fragile...
We can die but we can love. But do we love our home? No. And with home i mean our real home. The sand and dirt. The rock and water. We are always home. But what if we don't have a home. People say you shouldn't fight in your home. But we do. All the time.
We need to find it. Our future. We need to fix the holes in our roof. The cracks in our walls. The bed in which we sleep. We need to heal the green within our walls. The life within our home.
Our home is falling apart...
Our safety is dying out...
We are dying...
