[Give me liberty, or give me death]

Hold me in the palm of your hand
I am nothing you can touch

My silent somber poetry beginning to rust
and I am nothing but a ghost of myself

Watching the phrases and lyrics trickle along my brittle wrists,
as I wait for you to own me; to control me,
just like he did for years

You do not hold the right to capture my withering body on a string
A pawn to another game

You don't know where I stand

You merely ripped my life from my hands,
passing it off as your own
My masterpiece composed

Take away my breath of life
Cut away at everything that I am

You don't know about the soft ground below my feet,
where I attempt to stand

I tremble with rain,
as you thunder with rage

Listening to the stares and innocent eyes of no surprise,
but you let me down in the end

Freedom is a foreign language that you wer never taught
But my freedom isn't something that can be store bought