DELIVERANCE
OF FREEDOM
.
.
It’s
the shackles they wear,
The
bounds they long to reach;
A
road that’s tread in tears,
For
the part that never leads forever.
It’s
the wound they fear,
The
scars that never heals;
A
pain that grieves the ears,
It’s
the time they wait,
The
season that tells it all;
Such
moment that holds the bait,
For
the travails of tomorrow.
It’s
a price they pay,
The
worth that’s invaluable;
A
lot that comes their way
To
lead the course of their mystery.
It’s
the fall they grieve,
The
stand that’s like never been;
A
walk that tends to leave
Their
fortune behind.
It’s
the eye they want, to behold,
The
image they create within;
A
vision that’s yet to unfold
Life’s
realities to all.
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