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Freedom at a Price
by Avery Robertson
There were things I never told you,
Dreams kept hidden deep
within this fragile and hopeful heart;
secrets I would keep.
I always promised,
I meant to share;
in those early days of freedom,
when love was in the air;
But somehow the months passed us by,
anger kept the words apart
from the love so freely given
inside a trusting heart.
I look at you,
I know you not,
from that man,
so warm, so hot.
A heavy sigh,
a mind grown cold,
the days pass by;
we've all grown old.
The time has come
for me to leave
and seek some other
dreams to believe...
I walk this path...
in search of me...
Not knowing what it holds...
I only know...
... that I am Free!
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