To Worlds I Venture far away
from fear from Loss from famine
a new home I look out opon
in Destile new land here
the family that I've built myself
a wife ,a daughter ,two sons
forced out of my homeland
a place I long to be with Rolling Hills and Lakes of ore
a new house here in woods of life
for many new people come far and wide
the Americas here to start new lives
bring what you have leave War behind and trust this new place for Hope Is Alive
you are free from oppression free from Fright
gone from war no soldiers powered by might
mother ,father, daughter's, son's,
listen hear of a world where you run your own lives in your control
no guns no violence aimed at you
the young the innocent protected in youth
children run to tell your parents
it's join me, come and follow my ways
to the new lands of the free and the home for the brave
those who leave what they know
people done being slaves to the higher might
the force on to them and a new world to call home
where people can start again
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poetry
Poetrya book of random poetry that I have written throughout the last three years of my life...sorry if they are crap but I am no where near professional, but all of these are mine and I would like it to stay that way so please don't copy any of them with...
