Patrick McCombs · Nov 8, 2010
Freedom

Warm echoes of silence
Cold faded memories of violence
They all flood my head
Fear and doubt keep them fed
Dark whispers in my ear
i wish to be with out fear
To be free
To just be me
Free of all this weight
All of it cleared off my plate
So i can be free as a bird
Not to care about a word

 
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