Wednesday, August 5, 2015

Day 565 - Chained

   
I feel chained to this place,
Shackled and kept from you.
I stand tall and proud, but alone,
Praying one day I can flee.

Like swords and knifes,
Distance, pierces my heart,
Theoretically of course,
But I hurt the same. 


I am thankful for the freedoms here,
In the home of the brave,
But I am oppressed,
By a heart that chose to love.

One day, I know not when,
These walls will fall like Berlin,
And we will fortify our happiness,
By building on a foundation of dreams.




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