I heard the tales of an old song,
Echoing through the meadows
The open fields once wide and golden;
The shadows ran wild and free
Through the woods
The air flunked with
Sounds of joy and laughter !!!
I than heard the tales of a changed song,
Terrored by the cries of the battlefield.
Chained to the enslavement
Of self pleasure and narrow mindedness;
The woods burned down to the roots
All the meadows no longer there
Where is my freedom ;
In a song i never wrote !!
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Poems
PoesieEveryone has a story to tell , Everyone is a writer ; Some gets it written done ; While others confine it in their hearts ! I have always found peace when I wrote down my thoughts and feelings . A pen and a book was all it took to take me into a d...
