FREEDOM

I hear you calling but not with my ear.
I see you while my eyes are closed.
I feel you moving ever nearer.
Even in darkness, you have me exposed.

You never leave me just to myself,
Like a shadow you hover close.
Haunting my night, darkening my day, 
Taunting me with the illusion of just one dose.
                   Now...
Pump up the terror and let loose the floodgate...
-Last will and testament of my broken estate.
The movie unmade, the book incomplete...
I'm at the last house on the last street.
From the angry silence comes a calming voice-
"It's never too late... you always have a choice."
I remember my life and the sweetness therein-
The living poetry that are my beautiful children.

The flood begins to pull back and the rains cease.
From the ocean of madness, an island is born.
The war has stopped and for today, there is peace.
In my hand, the rose;
In my side, the thorn.

I am a picture of the power of choice,
An example of God's mercy and love.
Remember my friends,
You have a voice!
Freedom
Is the exile
We all dream of.

Freedom is an island
In an ocean of idea...
Freedom is a state
In a country of fear.

Freedom is a dove
In a murder of crows;
Among the screaming "you have to!"
Freedom stood.
Freedom chose.

Feel the sunlight on my face... Ignite me as a candle-
Flooding into this darkened space-
Peace covers me as a mantle.