Freedom

Roshaun, Guardian of Rememberance

From out of the darkness we all came
Vowing to play the endless game.
The ones we hate we try to love,
But blackened it the heart of the ancient dove.
We climb the wall of sad defeat,
In order to win we must retreat.
We're trapped inside a mental box
Without hinges, doors or locks.
Freedom of thought is all we need,
For from the flower we draw the seed.
We trace the curving trail of time
While drawing behind us the straightest line.
The winds don't blow, but we cannot breathe;
Promising we'll stay as we start to leave.
You're gauranteed freedom, you and all of your kind;
It seems that you're free, but it's all in your mind.

Copyright 2001 Caitlin Carlson