Freedom Bird
Contributed by
mysticmercury
on
Wednesday, 23rd September 2009 @ 09:22:09 PM in AEST
Topic:
abstract
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Freedom bird, flys with a swing,
And drops some pollens, from its wings.
We, jailbirds obscure with fear,
As our soul the dread feather..
But enough, of sprouting plights,
This time; impromptu, our naked spirits meant to fly;
Yes, we gonna fly,
Fly hard,
Fly high,
And fly deep. Afore the fright.
This path, paved by the clouds,
Shall lead us to Nowhere; Everywhere.
We gonna stop, at that craved point,
Lured by destiny, blessed by sanity.
Our destination shall be made, into reality,
Thats where freedom is; well find, completely.
In between the mountains, up above the murky lakes
Shall we march; blinded, drunken,
by the wine
Of defiance;
Of mutiny,
Will we reach, shall taste freedom,
For the first time..and maybe for the last time.
And he who reaches the No-mans Land,
Shall know, that the one way ticket; there,
Forsaken with closure, to be aflame.
As this was our destination, not destiny,
Forever in the Promised land.
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