It seems to me
That the one thing
People are always searching for
Is freedom.
Like a teenager,
Wanting freedom from their parents
So they can finally start there life.
Like a slave,
Sending a prayer to God
And hoping to one day be free.
Like an animal
All alone in a shelter,
Waiting for a home.
Like an unborn child,
Patiently sitting in it's mothers womb,
Waiting to be born.
It's like the New Hampshire motto;
'Live Free or Die'.
Some people receive their simple wish
For freedom.
But others die trying.
© Fully Copyrighted, all rights reserved. Rebekah Fleck.
Jan 19, 2014
Jan 19, 2014 at 8:17 PM UTC
It seems to me
That the one thing
People are always searching for
Is freedom.
Like a teenager,
Wanting freedom from their parents
So they can finally start there life.
Like a slave,
Sending a prayer to God
And hoping to one day be free.
Like an animal
All alone in a shelter,
Waiting for a home.
Like an unborn child,
Patiently sitting in it's mothers womb,
Waiting to be born.
It's like the New Hampshire motto;
'Live Free or Die'.
Some people receive their simple wish
For freedom.
But others die trying.
© Fully Copyrighted, all rights reserved. Rebekah Fleck.
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