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Cry For Freedom

In the cold heart of the city
Peering though its neon eyes
In the streets where no one sleeps
And the night is filled with escape
Each and every shadow tells a sacred tale
In every soul a refugee's lament

While the lost are always searching
The insane and complacent dream
The crack whores and the martyrs
Argue over what's leftover inbetween
While the city goes on forever
Tracing scratch marks along the seams

For all who cry for freedom
Make your stand or admit defeat
Ask for the blessings of your clergy
While you make your deals in retreat

So for all who cry for freedom
As their blood runs hot then cold
Staring into the fire always burns us
When we blink and lose control

In the heat that's always building
Beneath the layers of smog and sweat
The back street angels soon gather
It's where the lost and damned all meet
Like looking down the barrel of a gun
And keeping your enquiries so discreet

There's no cure for the faint-hearted
When you finally fall
Only recriminations and damnation
For everyone and all

And the reasons made up for the living
Are broken promises when we die
Will you fight for love and freedom
Live and let live or an eye for an eye
Is this what we really want?
Or is it to be buried with our pride

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  • Darkwell
    December 21, 2008

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    this is a stirring write about choices we make in life and options we sometimes dont see or arent able to seize because of other stuff like addiction and self deceiving

    The crack *bunny*s and the martyrs
    Argue over what's leftover inbetween
    While the city goes on forever
    Tracing scratch marks along the seams

    i love this part and that life goes on whether you take your chance and strive or hide from freedom and die. Brillient!


  • Child of Water
    November 30, 2008

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    Almost lost on words....very good piece and I will have to add it to my favorites. I especially like the line "tracing scratch marks along the seams" however there are many lines that I'd like to pull out and pinder over for they are very insightful and well worded.
    I wish you the best of luck with this great piece you have written. Best wishes!