Fearing freedom

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Every day I live, I fear death

Living the life of purpose with no freedom

I try to join the army among them

It’s a life to live they told me the saviours taught 

Have the heart of a giant after you’ve fought 

I live, I die, and death not ends it

Here I live every day, I dear death

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Weary Memory

It was one hot summer afternoon in the year full of unrest

Walking in the sun was hard, a walk needed to calm the heavy chest

I had just met someone with a past, dark and full of fumes

Yet she felt like victory, satisfactory, a feeling of melodious tunes

The heat was a distraction from my feelings, felt so fast

The sun was just evilly smiling, for I felt disturbed by her past

She felt ashamed really, of her past so wild and soar

All I could see was her hair fall smoothly, as her feet were trembling on the floor

A gush of wind took me back in time, to a time where I was alone

It was then I felt the need to turn back and walk the mile again, a mile was difficult and long

I was wrong to think that her past was horrid, that I ran, lest I fall

Not two thoughts could make up for the aberrated scene I caused

Spoke about a time that was gone in the past and flames fiery

The flames were out now, clouds flew by and past was memories, memories are now old and weary

Locked Away

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Still remember the good old days in some little ways

How sweating the sun felt refreshed, how gentle were mother’s breasts

It was all yesterday when we used to walk the grassy land, feet in sand

Walked many a mile, here we stand, with Apartments in place trees, car fumes breeze, a boy, young, screams

Terror on face his, all was lost in the mist, felt his pain, he didn’t know rage, knees went weak in his cage

Had a life to live, a father to follow, lost his will, he was hollow

We still believed in the good old days that we remember in little ways

We still remember the confusion back in those days, where it was warm in many ways

A child was lost in the crowd as he did shout

Voice that went further for his age, yet it couldn’t leave his cage

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