my beloved freedom is all well indeed
but five hundred years ago there was really none for me
my freedom means life
the life that i can live
my freedom means joy
the joy that i can give
without freedom there wouldn't be no me
without freedom we wouldn't have history
my freedom is my trademark
it makes us unite as one
my free is the life i live
an my history is the one i can forgive
A contest entry
- Freedom by Darkwell.
550 points, ended December 21, 2008, 13 entries
Bronze trophy winner
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What did you think
Comments
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we cant really be free until we put the evils and the chains of the past behind us or else we carry them in our life like anchors to hatred and revenge
I lurvvv the message here and the reminder of how precious freedom is and how it should be embraced while the negative stuff gets remembered as a history but tossed as anything to do with us now so we can move forward in peace and at peace with our selfs. Beautiful!


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This is commendably strong, that it's the life you are permitted thanks to your ancestors who were not free, thanks to teh life they lived for you. Perfect ending too.
*~Huntress~*



