Freedom Again, by ♥ Break The Tradition Subscribe to rss feed for <i><b> ♥ Break The Tradition

the sky is what, but symbolic freedom
lives benounced within the clouds
rain shows the lives we live
washing away the feelings we give
the blue in the sky turns to black over time
happiness turns to remorse
the sun so bright shows through the cluds so dark
and birds are singing the sound of the lark
trees reach up to a destination
and the colors roll through in preperation
day turns to night while dark goes to light
and freedom we have is lost
the world spins through
each day is shown anew
and the light is shown again
and freedom is shown again
Posted: 2006-02-06 13:41:23 UTC

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