The Price Of Freedom
with a head full of fresh cut dreams
and a bouquet of broken flowers
i walk the road less traveled
but not deserted
my journey is shared by few
and misunderstood by many
still i press on
always hoping for a light in the seemingly endless dark
this is the way of life
the bleak and twisted fate
the judgment passed on anyone willing to be themselves in
this so called "free" world
------- Author's Notes -------
new account, so i'll try to keep fresh things coming, but i can't make any promises.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|shiloh... (188.8.131.52) -- Thursday, May 28 2009, 02:44 am|
...or i'll kick your butt.
this is good - i want more.
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