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is it not a shame
for the kindest ones around
to feel the most pain?
A writer has her own perspective
Her own point of view
Her own way of interpreting things

Never judge
how a writer does her works
You have no right

You are not God
You are just one
of his million creations

Stop putting rules
on how one should write
her own poem

Because her mind is hers
Her heart is hers
And her poem is her
Please, sir. Stop being so immature.
There's a road, goes by the name of Freedom
All men desire to take
If you need directions, they're here for the asking
Today could be the day

Though it's a road not easily traveled
For it is filled with sticks and stones
Well worth the life adventure
In the direction that you're going

If you've been on the path forgotten
Fueled along by your mistakes
In how you've made your living
In how you've spent your days

To whatever you've been shackled
To whatever holds you back
Leave it all behind you now
No need to pack your bags

Step onto what's in front of you
Just reach out and grab ahold
Once you've set your feet you'll not want to leave
Your days on Freedom road
Can you see it
Can you see the difference
Day from night, dark to light
In the sight of all your senses

Can you hear it
Can you hear the calling
Are you quite enough to hear the whisper of love
In the Grace from Heaven falling

Can you smell it
Can you smell the Spirits fire
As it burns away deaths decay
Pulling you from the mire

Can you taste it
Can you taste the state of grace
The gift is clear that brought you here
To this wanting place

To touch your very senses
To bring about a change
A life renewed in front of you
Where the old has passed away
How is it love can shoot for the moon
and then reach out for the stars
How is it love can make us do what we do
and still love who we are

How is it love can soften a heart
and yet cut to the bone
How is it love can tear us apart
and then bring us back home

How is it love can be you
and how is it love can be me
How is it love can sometimes not be enough
and still set us both free
what if i told you i love you
on a day so bright
with no shadows to mask it's glow
and will continue to do so for life

what if i told you i love you
in the middle of a storm
in your fright could i hold you tight
until i calmed you down

what if i told you i love you
in the changing of the wind
back and forth for all it's worth
to love you then again

what if i told you i love you
in all of seasons change
from days of warm to bitter cold
on the promises i've made

what if i told you i love you
because that's all i can do
when times fabric tore and you were born
i was meant to be in love with you
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