Thursday, November 28, 2013

FREEDOM

FREEDOM

He looked at me through demon eyes
My soul did shake and quiver
My heart had sunk a thousand times
Yet still my feet delivered

A war had raged within me
That compelled me first to act
In an instance my life had changed
And the world turned cold and black

Once I thought him a gentle man
All so loving and kind
But in every touch and every kiss
Deceit came pouring down

With his passing, my freedom came
And my journey then began
I finally held my head up high
I smiled, I laughed, and grinned

Now I stand at judgment
With these tears I gently cry
I cannot ask for forgiveness
For saying I'm sorry would be a lie




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writting by Philessa Hooks

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