Freedom is felt through the open air
Upon that hill of desire
I look below me with that happy stare
As my heart races with passionate fire
The wind through my hair lets me know
That it won't always be so tough
The shine in my eye will gladly show
My diamond of hope, though tarnished and rough
The moonlight touches my face
And I know that this all must end
I'm losing in this painful race
And my heart has a message to send
A prison is the moon light
Why won't they help
Torture is taken from their sight
Why see it if they've no reason to yelp
Why isn't it in a person's heart
To help those who need it
Are they better because of their fresh start?
Am I worse for being born in this pit?
 Alatria · Tue Jul 11, 2006 @ 12:53am · 0 Comments |
